My Heros have always been Cowboys

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    I grew up a-dreamin', of bein' a cowboy,
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    and lovin' the cowboy ways.
    Pursuin' the life, of my high-ridin' heros,
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    I burned up my childhood days.
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    I learned all the rules, of a modern day drifter,
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    don't you hold on to nothin' too long.
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    Just take what you need, from the ladies and leave them,
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    with the words of an sad country song.
    CHORUS:
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    My heros have always been cowboys,
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    and they still are, it seems.
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    Sadly in search of, and one step in back of
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    themselves, and their slow movin' dreams.
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    Cowboys are special, with their own brand of misery,
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    from bein' alone too long.
    You could die from the cold, in the arms of a nightmare,
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    knowin' well that your best days are gone.
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    Pickin' up hookers, instead of my pen,
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    I let the words of my youth fade away.
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    Old worn out saddles, and old worn out memories,
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    with no one and no place to stay.
    (Chorus)