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[00:07.680]I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy
[00:14.250]And Lovin' the cowboy ways
[00:20.310]Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes
[00:26.940]I burned up my childhood days
[00:32.650]I learned of all the rules of the modern-day drifter
[00:38.480]Don't you hold on to nothin' too long
[00:45.670]Just take what you need from the ladies  then leave them
[00:53.250]With the words of a sad country song
[00:58.130]My heroes have always been cowboys
[01:05.860]And they still are  it seems
[01:10.980]Sadly  in search of  but one step in back of
[01:16.740]Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams
[01:21.360]
[01:27.730]Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
[01:32.830]From being alone too long
[01:39.270]You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightman
[01:45.260]Knowin' well that your best days are gone
[01:50.590]
[01:52.090]Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen
[01:57.410]I let the words of my years fade away
[02:03.870]Old worn-out saddles  and 'old worn-out memories
[02:09.690]With no one and no place to stay
[02:16.380]My heroes have always been cowboys
[02:23.280]And they still are  it seems
[02:28.030]Sadly  in search of  but one step in back of
[02:33.560]Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams
[02:38.310]
[02:39.870]Sadly  in search of  but one step in back of
[02:46.250]Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams