My heroes have always been cowboys
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1. I grew up a-dreamin' of bein'
a cowboy,
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lovin' the cowboy ways,
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pursuin' the life of my high-ridin'
heroes,
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I burned up my childhood days.
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I learned all the rules of the
modern-day drifter :
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don't
you hold onto nothin' too long.
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Just take what you need from the ladies,
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then
leave them the words of a sad country song.
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My heroes have always been cowboys,
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and
they still are, it seems.
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Sadly in search of, but one
step in back of
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themselves and their slow-movin' dreams.
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2. Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery,
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from bein' alone too long,
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you
could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare
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knowin' well that your best days are gone.
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Pickin'
up hookers instead of my pen,
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I let the words of my years fade
away,
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old
worn-out saddles, old worn-out memories
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with
no one and no place to stay.
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My heroes have always been cowboys,
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and
they still are, it seems.
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Sadly in search of, but one
step in back of
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themselves and their slow-movin' dreams.
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+ Sadly in search of, and
one step in back of
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themselves
and their slow-movin' dreams.
(midi in C) (Willie Nelson)