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Song Name: My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys By: Willie Nelson
Posted By: tin_pan_ted Difficulty: Beginner
Key: B Genre: Country
Harp Type: Diatonic Audio:
Created: 2006-07-12 00:07:56 Modified: 2008-02-03 22:02:52
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Song: My Heroes Have always been cowboys

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I grew up a-dreamin'

3  5  5 -5 5  4
Of being a cowboy

3   4  4   -4  4   3     3
And lovin' the cowboy way.

4  4  4  -4   5
Persuin' the lives

4  4  -6   6  -5  5   4
Of my high-riding heroes

 -4   -4 -4  5    -4   -4
Burned up my childhood days.

3 4       4   -4  4     3
I learned all the rules of

4 6  6   -6  6    5
A modern-day drifter:

3     3  4    4  -4 4  4    3   3   3
Don't ya hold on to nothin' for to long.

3    4    4    -4  5
Just take what you need

4   -4   -6  6  -5   5    4 
From the ladies and leave them

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With the words of a sad country song.



3  4   4  4    -4  4  -4   5   4
My Heroes have always been cowboys,

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And they still are it seems.

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Sadly in search of

-4  -6  6    -5  5   4
And one step in back of

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Themselves and their slow moving dreams.

Cowboys are special,
With their own brand of mis'ry
From being alone for too long.
Lyin' in the cold
In the arms of a nightmare
Knowing well that your best days are done.
Pickin' up hookers
Instead of my pen
I let the words of my youth slip away.
And old broke down saddles
And old worn out mem'ries
With no one, and no place to stay.

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