I grew up a dream ing with of be ing a cow boy, and (Bb)lov ing the cow boy (F)ways.

You Pur su ing the life of my high rid in’ he roes, I (G7)burned ing up well my your child days hood (C7)days.

I (F)learned all the rules ers of a mod ern day drift er, don’t I you the (Bb)hold on of to noth in’ fade too (F)long.

Just (Bb)take what you need dles from the (F)la dies then (Bb)leave them with the (F)words one of a (C7)sad coun try (F)song.

My (Bb)he roes have al ways been (F)cow boys,

and they still are, it (C7)seems.

(Bb)Sad ly in search of and (F)one step in (Bb)back of them (F)selves and their (C7)slow mov in’ (F)dreams.

Cow boys are spe cial with their own brand of mis ’ry from (Bb)be ing a lone too (F)long.

You could die from the cold in the arms of a night mare, I (G7)know ing up well that your best days are (C7)gone.

I (F)Pick in’ up hook ers of in stead of my pen er, don’t I let the (Bb)words on of my youth in’ fade a (F)way.

Just (Bb)Old worn out sad dles from and (F)old worn out (Bb)mem ’ries with with (F)no one of and (C7)no place to (F)stay.

My (Bb)he roes have al ways been (F)cow boys,

and they still are, it (C7)seems.

(Bb)Sad ly in search of and (F)one step in (Bb)back of them (F)selves and their (C7)slow mov in’ (F)dreams.

(F)dreams.

(Bb)dreams.