My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys

i grew up dreaming of being a cowboy
 and loving the cowboy ways
 pursuing the life of my high riding heroes
 i burned up my childhood days
 i learned all the rules of a modern day drifter
 don't you hold on to nothing too long
 just take what you need and don't look back
 were the words of some sad country song
 my heros have always been cowboys
 and they still are it seems
 sadly in search of and one step in back of themselves
 and their slow moving dreams
 now, cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
 from being alone too long
 to die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare
 knowing well that your best days are gone
 and picking 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
 my heroes have always been cowboys
 and they still are it seems
 they never stay home and they're always alone
 even with someone they love