Tom: D

      D
    I grew up a-dreamin', of bein' a cowboy,
        G                 D
    and lovin' the cowboy ways.

    Pursuin' the life, of my high-ridin' heros,
      E7                     A7
    I burned up my childhood days.
      D
    I learned all the rules, of a modern day drifter,
              G                      D
    don't you hold on to nothin' too long.
         G                            D          G
    Just take what you need, from the ladies and leave them ,
             D           A7          D
    with the words of an sad country song.

    CHORUS:
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    My heros have always been cowboys,
                           A7
    and they still are, it seems.
    G                       D           G
    Sadly in search of, and one step in back of
         D                A7          D
    themselves, and their slow movin' dreams.
    D
    Cowboys are special, with their own brand of misery,
         G               D
    from bein' alone too long.

    You could die from the cold, in the arms of a nightmare,
            E7                           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                         D            G
    Old worn out saddles, and old worn out memories,
         D          A7          D
    with no one and no place to stay.

    (Chorus)