My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys

I grew up a-dreaming, of being a cowboy, 
and loving' the cowboy ways.
Pursuing the life, of my high-riding heroes, 
I burned up my childhood days.
I learned all the rules, of a modern day drifter, 
don't you hold on to nothing too long.
Just take what you need, from the ladies and 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 moving 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,
knowing well that your best days are gone.
Picking 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 moving dreams.