I grew up 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 worm 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 
Sadly in search of and one-step in back of 
Themselves and their slow moving dreams