My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys Chords by Willie Nelson
Tempo:
122.35 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
I grew up a dream of being a cowboy
[G] and loving the [D] cowboy ways.
Pursuing the life of my high-riding heroes, [E] I burned up my [A] childhood days.
[D] I learned all the rules of a modern-day drifter.
[G] Don't you hold on to nothing too [D] long,
[G] just take what you need.
[D] From the ladies that [G] leave them [D] were the words [A] of a sad country [D] song.
[G] My heroes have always [D] been cowboys,
[E] and they still are [A] it [D] seems.
[A] [G]
Sadhood and [D] surcharge, and one [G]-stepping back on [D] themselves, [A] and their slow [D]-moving dreams.
Cowboys are special, with their own brand of misery [G] from being alone
[D] too long.
You could die from the cold in the arms of a light man, [E] knowing well that your best [A] days are gone.
[D] Picking up hookers instead of my pen, [G] I let the words of my youth [D] fade away.
[G] Old worn-out saddles, [D] and old worn-out [G] memories, [D] but no one [A] had no place [D] to stay.
[G] My heroes have always been [D] cowboys, [E]
and they still are [A] it seems.
[G] Sadhood and surcharge, [D] and one-stepping [G] back on [D]
themselves, [A] and their slow-moving [D]
dreams.
[G] Sadhood and surcharge, [D] and one-stepping [G] back on [D] themselves, [A] and their slow [G]-moving dreams.
[D]
I grew up a dream of being a cowboy
[G] and loving the [D] cowboy ways.
Pursuing the life of my high-riding heroes, [E] I burned up my [A] childhood days.
[D] I learned all the rules of a modern-day drifter.
[G] Don't you hold on to nothing too [D] long,
[G] just take what you need.
[D] From the ladies that [G] leave them [D] were the words [A] of a sad country [D] song.
[G] My heroes have always [D] been cowboys,
[E] and they still are [A] it [D] seems.
[A] [G]
Sadhood and [D] surcharge, and one [G]-stepping back on [D] themselves, [A] and their slow [D]-moving dreams.
Cowboys are special, with their own brand of misery [G] from being alone
[D] too long.
You could die from the cold in the arms of a light man, [E] knowing well that your best [A] days are gone.
[D] Picking up hookers instead of my pen, [G] I let the words of my youth [D] fade away.
[G] Old worn-out saddles, [D] and old worn-out [G] memories, [D] but no one [A] had no place [D] to stay.
[G] My heroes have always been [D] cowboys, [E]
and they still are [A] it seems.
[G] Sadhood and surcharge, [D] and one-stepping [G] back on [D]
themselves, [A] and their slow-moving [D]
dreams.
[G] Sadhood and surcharge, [D] and one-stepping [G] back on [D] themselves, [A] and their slow [G]-moving dreams.
[D]
Key:
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I grew up a dream _ of being a cowboy _
[G] and loving the [D] cowboy ways. _ _ _ _ _ _
Pursuing the life of my high-riding heroes, _ _ [E] _ I burned up my [A] childhood _ days. _ _ _
[D] I learned all the rules of a modern-day drifter.
_ _ [G] Don't you hold on to nothing too [D] long, _ _
_ _ [G] just take what you need.
[D] From the ladies that [G] leave them [D] were the words [A] of a sad country [D] song.
_ _ _ [G] My heroes have always [D] been cowboys, _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ and they still are [A] it [D] seems.
[A] _ _ _ _ [G] _
Sadhood and _ [D] surcharge, and one [G]-stepping back on [D] themselves, [A] and their slow [D]-moving _ _ dreams. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Cowboys are special, _ _ _ with their own brand of misery [G] from being alone _
[D] too long. _ _ _
You could die from the cold _ in the arms of a light man, [E] knowing well _ that your best [A] days are gone. _ _ _
[D] _ Picking up hookers _ _ instead of my pen, _ [G] I let the words of my youth [D] fade away. _ _
_ [G] _ Old worn-out saddles, [D] and old worn-out [G] memories, _ [D] but no one [A] had no place [D] to stay. _
_ _ [G] My heroes have always been [D] cowboys, _ _ _ _ [E] _
and they still are [A] it seems.
_ _ [G] _ _ Sadhood and surcharge, [D] and one-stepping [G] back on [D]
themselves, [A] and their slow-moving [D] _ _
dreams.
_ _ [G] _ Sadhood and surcharge, _ [D] and one-stepping [G] back on [D] themselves, [A] and their slow [G]-moving dreams. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I grew up a dream _ of being a cowboy _
[G] and loving the [D] cowboy ways. _ _ _ _ _ _
Pursuing the life of my high-riding heroes, _ _ [E] _ I burned up my [A] childhood _ days. _ _ _
[D] I learned all the rules of a modern-day drifter.
_ _ [G] Don't you hold on to nothing too [D] long, _ _
_ _ [G] just take what you need.
[D] From the ladies that [G] leave them [D] were the words [A] of a sad country [D] song.
_ _ _ [G] My heroes have always [D] been cowboys, _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ and they still are [A] it [D] seems.
[A] _ _ _ _ [G] _
Sadhood and _ [D] surcharge, and one [G]-stepping back on [D] themselves, [A] and their slow [D]-moving _ _ dreams. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Cowboys are special, _ _ _ with their own brand of misery [G] from being alone _
[D] too long. _ _ _
You could die from the cold _ in the arms of a light man, [E] knowing well _ that your best [A] days are gone. _ _ _
[D] _ Picking up hookers _ _ instead of my pen, _ [G] I let the words of my youth [D] fade away. _ _
_ [G] _ Old worn-out saddles, [D] and old worn-out [G] memories, _ [D] but no one [A] had no place [D] to stay. _
_ _ [G] My heroes have always been [D] cowboys, _ _ _ _ [E] _
and they still are [A] it seems.
_ _ [G] _ _ Sadhood and surcharge, [D] and one-stepping [G] back on [D]
themselves, [A] and their slow-moving [D] _ _
dreams.
_ _ [G] _ Sadhood and surcharge, _ [D] and one-stepping [G] back on [D] themselves, [A] and their slow [G]-moving dreams. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _