D
I grew up dreaming of being a cowboy
     G                 D
And loving the cowboy ways.
 D
Pursuing the life of my high riding heroes
  E                                A
I burned   up   my    childhood    days.
 D
I learned all the rules of a moder day drifter
          G                      D
Donut you hold on to nothing too long
     G                           D            G
Just take what you need from the ladies and   leave them
         D          A          D
With the words of a sad country song.


***CHORUS***
   G                       D
My heroes have always been cowboys
E                    A
And they still are it seems
G                      D           G
Sadly in search of and one step in back of
    D                A          D
Themselves and their slow moving dreams.


  D
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
    G                 D
From being alone too long.
 D
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare
 E                                    A
Knowing well that your best days are gone
  D
Picking up hookers instead of my pen
          G                      D
I let the words of my youth fade away.
G                           D            G
Old worn out saddles and    old worm out memories
     D          A          D
With no one and no place to stay.

***chorus***