I grew up a-dreamin′ of bein' a cowboy

And lovin′ the cowboy ways

Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroesI burned up my childhood days

I learned all the rules of a modern-day drifter

Don′t you hold on to nothin′ too long

Take what you need from the ladies, then leave them

With the words of a sad country song

My heroes have always been cowboys

And they still are, it seems

Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of

Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams

Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery

From bein′ alone too long

You can die from the cold in the arms of a night man

Knowin' well that your best days are gone

Pickin′ up hookers instead of my pen

I let the words of my youth fade away

Old worn-out saddles, and old worn-out memories

With no one and no place to stay

My heroes have always been cowboys

And they still are, it seems

Sadly, in search of, and one step in back of

Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams

Sadly, in search of, and one step in back of

Themselves and their slow-movin′ dreams