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[Intro]
| D | - | - | - |
[Verse 1]
D
I grew up adreamin' of bein' a cowboy
G D
Lovin' the cowboy ways
Pursuin' the life of my high ridin' heroes
E A7
I burned up my childhood days
D
I learned all the rules of the modern day drifter
G D
Don't you hold on to nothin' too long
G G/D D
Just take what you need from the ladies,
G
then leave them
D A7 D
With the words of a sad country song
[Chorus]
G D
My heroes have always been cowboys
E7 A
And they still are, it seems
G
Sadly, in search of,
D G
but one step in back of
D A D D
Themselves and their slow movin' dreams
[Verse 2]
D
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
G D
From being alone too long
You could die from the cold,
in the arms of a nightmare
E A7
Knowin' well that your best days are gone
D
Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen
G D
I let the words of my youth fade away
G G/D D G
Old worn out saddles and old worn out memories
D A7 D
With no one and no place to stay
[Chorus]
G D
My heroes have always been cowboys
E7 A
And they still are, it seems
G
Sadly, in search of,
D G
but one step in back of
D A G D
Themselves and their slow movin' dreams
[Intro]
| D | - | - | - |
[Verse 1]
| D | - | - | - |
| G | - | D | - |
| - | - | - | - |
| E | - | A7 | - |
| D | - | - | - |
| G | - | D | - |
| G | G/D | D | G |
| D | A7 | D | - |
I grew up adreamin' of bein' a cowboy
Lovin' the cowboy ways
Pursuin' the life of my high ridin' heroes
I burned up my childhood days
I learned all the rules of the modern day drifter
Don't you hold on to nothin' too long
Just take what you need from the ladies,
then leave them
With the words of a sad country song
[Chorus]
| G | - | D | - |
| E7 | - | A | - |
| G | - | D | G |
| D | A | D | - |
| D | - |
My heroes have always been cowboys
And they still are, it seems
Sadly, in search of,
but one step in back of
Themselves and their slow movin' dreams
[Verse 2]
| D | - |
| - | - | G | - |
| D | - | - | - |
| - | - | E | - |
| A7 | - | D | - |
| - | - | G | - |
| D | - | G | G/D |
| D | G | D | A7 |
| D | - |
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
From being alone too long
You could die from the cold,
in the arms of a nightmare
Knowin' well that your best days are gone
Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen
I let the words of my youth fade away
Old worn out saddles and old worn out memories
With no one and no place to stay
[Chorus]
| G | - |
| D | - | E7 | - |
| A | - | G | - |
| D | G | D | A |
| G | - | - | - |
| D |
My heroes have always been cowboys
And they still are, it seems
Sadly, in search of,
but one step in back of
Themselves and their slow movin' dreams
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