C
I grew up dreaming of being a cowboy
F C
Loving the cowboy ways
Pursuing the life of my high riding heroes
D7 G7
I burned up my childhood days
C
I learned all the rules of the modern day drifter
F C
Don't you hold onto nothing too long
F C
Just take what you need from the ladies
F C G7 C
Then leave them the words of a sad country song
F C
My heroes have always been cowboys
D7 G7
And they still are it seems
F C F
Sadly in search of but one step in back of
C G7 C
Themselves and their slow moving dreams
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
F C
From being alone too long
F C
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare
D7 G7
Knowing well your best days are gone
C
Picking up hookers instead of my pen
F C
I let the words of my years fade away
F C
Old worn out saddles old worn out
F C G7 C
Memories with no one and no place to stay