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I Dgrew up dreaming of being a cowboy And Gloving the cowboy Dways. PDursuing the life of my high riding heroes I E7 burned up my childhood A7days.
I Dlearned all the rules of a modern day drifter Don`tG you hold on to nothingD too long Just Gtake what you need from the Dladies and Gleave them With the Dwords of a A7sad country Dsong.
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My Gheroes have always been Dcowboys E7And they still are it A7seems GSadly in search of and Done step in Gback of ThemDselves and their A7slow moving Ddreams.
CoDwboys are special with their own brand of misery From Gbeing alone too lDong. YDou could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare KE7nowing well that your best days are A7gone
PDicking up hookers instead of my pen I let the Gwords of my youth fade Daway. GOld worn out saddles and Dold worm out Gmemories With no Done and A7no place to Dstay.