Waylon Jennings

^D I grew ² up a- ³ dreami ⁴ n' of bein' a cowboy
^G Lovin' the cowboy ^D ways
Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes
I ^E burned up my ^E7 childhood ^A7 days
I ^D learned all the rules of the modern-day drifter
Don't you ^G hold onto nothin' too ^D long
Just ^G take what you need from the ^D ladies
Then ^G leave them the ^D words of a ^A7 sad country ^D song
CHORUS:
My ^G heroes have always been ^D cowboys
^E And they ^E7 still are, it ^A7 seems
^G Sadly in search of, ^D but one step in ^G back of
Them ^D selves and their ^A7 slow-movin' ^D dreams
Verse 2:
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery
From bein' alone too long
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare
Knowin' well your best days are gone
Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen
I let the words of my years fade away
Old worn-out saddles, old worn-out memories
With no one and no place to stay
(chorus)