I grew up aand Lovin' the cowboy ways.
Pursuin' the life of my highI burned up my childhood days.
I learned of all the rules of the modernDon'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, but one step in back of,
Themselves and their slow
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 wornWith no one and no place to stay. My heroes have always been cowboys.
And they still are, it seems.
Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of,
Themselves and their slow
Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of,
Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams.
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