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