I grew up dreaming of being a cowboynAnd loving the cowboy waysnPursuing the life of my high riding heroesnI burned up my childhood daysnnI learned all the rules of a modern day drifternDon't you hold on to nothing too longnJust take what you need and don't look backnWere the words of some sad country songnnMy heroes have always been cowboysnAnd they still are it seemsnSadly in search of and one step in back of themselvesnAnd their slow moving dreamsnnNow, cowboys are special with their own brand of miserynFrom being alone too longnTo die from the cold in the arms of a nightmarenKnowing well that your best days are gonennAnd picking up hookers instead of my pennI let the words of my youth fade awaynOld worn out saddles and old worn out memoriesnWith no one and no place to staynnMy heroes have always been cowboysnAnd they still are it seemsnThey never stay home and they're always alonenEven with someone they love