I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy
Lovin' the cowboy ways
Pursuin' the life of my high ridin' heroes
I burned up my childhood days

I learned all the rules of the modern day drifter
Don't you hold on to nothin' too long
Just 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, and one step in back of
Themselves and their slow movin' dreams

Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
From being alone too long
You could die from the cold, in the arms of a nightmare
Knowin' well 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

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Sharon Vaughn