[Strophe]
D 
I grew up dreaming of being a cowboy 
G                     D 
And loving the cowboy ways. 
D 
Pursuing the life of my high riding heroes 
E7                                   A7 
I   burned   up   my    childhood    days. 
D 
I learned all the rules of a modern day drifter 
G                                D 
Don't you hold on to nothing too long 
G                                D          G 
Just take what you need from the ladies and leave them 
         D          A7          D 
With the words of a sad country song.
[Refrain]
G                          D 
My heroes have always been cowboys 
E7                    A7 
And they still are it seems 
G                      D           G 
Sadly in search of and one step in back of 
D                    A7          D 
Themselves and their slow moving dreams.
[Strophe]
D 
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery 
G                    D 
From being alone too long. 
D 
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare 
E7                                   A7 
Knowing well that your best days are gone 
D 
Picking up hookers instead of my pen 
          G                      D 
I let the words of my youth fade away. 
G                        D            G 
Old worn out saddles and old worn out memories 
     D          A7          D 
With no one and no place to stay.
[Refrain]
G                          D 
My heroes have always been cowboys 
E7                    A7 
And they still are it seems 
G                      D           G 
Sadly in search of and one step in back of 
D                    A7          D 
Themselves and their slow moving dreams.
[Outro]
G                  D               G 
Sadly in search of and one step in back of 
D                    A7          G/B        D 
Themselves and their slow moving dreams.