文本歌词

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 of 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
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 that
Your best days are gone
Pickin' up hookers
Instead of my pen
I let the words of
My years fade away
Old worn-out saddles
And 'old worn-out
Memories
No one and no
Place to stay
My heroes have
Always been cowboys
And they still are
It seems
Sadly in search of
One step
In back of
Themselves and their
Slow-movin' dreams
Sadly in search of
But one step
In back of
Themselves and their
Slow-movin' dreams