My heroes have always been Cowboys (Rain 1004) Mel Wilkerson (Willie Ne;lson) 1979

BASIC 2

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK

Circle Left

I grew up dreaming of being a cowboy

And loving those cowboy ways

Men Star By the Right, roll it around now

Allemande Left and Weave the Ring

My heroes have always been cowboys...

Swing and Promenade

Sadly in search of and one step in back of

Themselves and their slow moving dreams

FIGURE

Heads Right and Left Thru and turn with that girl

Heads Rollaway, and then you Back Away

Sides Pass the Ocean, Extend, Swing Thru

Boys Run, got lines of four

Pass Thru, Wheel and Deal

Zoom

Centres Square Thru 3

Swing Corner and Promenade

Just take what you need from the ladies, then leave them

With the words of a sad country song.

MIDDLE BREAK

Circle Left

I learned of all the rules of the modern-day drifter,

Don't hold on to nothin' too long.

Men Star by the Right, roll it once around now.

Allemande Left and Weave the Ring

My heroes have always been cowboys

Swing and Promenade

Old worn-out saddles, and old worn-out memories

With no one and no place to stay

CLOSER

Sides Face Grand Square

Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery,

From being alone too long.

You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare,

Knowin' well that your best days are gone.

Allemande Left and Weave the Ring

My heroes have always been cowboys

And they still are, it seems.

Sadly in search of and one step in back of

Themselves and their slow-moving dreams

ORIGINAL LYRICS

I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy,
And lovin' the cowboy ways.
Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes,
I burned up my childhood days.
I learned of all the rules of the modern-day drifter,
Don't you hold on to nothin' too long.
Just take what you need from the ladies, then leave them,
With the words of a sad country song.

My heroes have always been cowboys.
And they still are, it seems.
Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of,
Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams.

Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery,
From being alone too long.
You could die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare,
Knowin' well that 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, and old worn-out memories,
With no one and no place to stay.

My heroes have always been cowboys.
And they still are, it seems.
Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of,
Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams.

Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of,
Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams.