Friday, June 10, 2011

I grew up dreaming of being an indian

i grew up dreaming of being a cowboy

and loving the cowboy ways

pursuing the life of my high riding heroes

i burned up my childhood days

i learned all the rules of a modern day drifter

don't you hold on to nothing too long

just take what you need and don't look back

were the words of some sad country song

my heros 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

now, cowboys are special with their own brand of misery

from being alone too long

to die from the cold in the arms of a nightmare

knowing well that your best days are gone

and picking up hookers instead of my pen

i let the words of my youth 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

they never stay home and they're always alone

even with someone they love

Willie Nelson

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