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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 on to nothin' too long |
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Just take what you need from the ladies then leave them |
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With 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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Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery |
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From being 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 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, an 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 |
