I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy And lovin' the cowboy ways Pursuin' the life of my hard-ridin' heroes I 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 and 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 being alone too long You can die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare 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 But 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