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I grew up of bein' a cowboy,
And lovin' the ways.
the life of my high-ridin' heroes,
I burned up my days.

I all the rules of a modern-day drifter,
you hold on to nothin' too long.
Just take what you need from the ladies, leave them,
With the of a sad country song.

My have always been cowboys.
And they are, it seems.
Sadly, in search of, but one in back of,
and their slow-movin' dreams.

Cowboys are with their own brand of misery,
being alone too long.
You die from the cold, in the arms of a nightmare,
Knowin' well that your best are gone.

Pickin' up hookers of my pen,
I let the of my youth fade away.
Old worn-out saddles, and old memories,
But no one and no to stay.

My heroes have always cowboys.
And still are, it seems.
Sadly, in search of, and one in back of,
and their slow-movin' dreams.
Sadly, in of, and one step in back of,
Themselves and slow-movin' dreams.