Chords for My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys~Willie Nelson
Tempo:
115.1 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
I grew up a dreamer 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 from [D] the ladies that [G] leave them [D] with 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] Sadly in search of [D] and one [G]-stealthing by far [D] themselves [A] and their slow [D]-moving dreams.
Cowboys are special, with their own brand of misery [G] from being long, [D] too long.
You could die from the cold in the arms of a madman, [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 [G]-out memories, [D] but no one [A]
and no [D] place to stay.
[G] My heroes have always [D] been cowboys,
[E] and they still [A] are, it seems.
[G] Sadly in search of [D] and one [G]-stealthing by far [D] themselves [A] and their slow [D]-moving dreams.
[G] Sadly in search of [D] and one [G]-stealthing by far [D] themselves [A] and their slow [G]-moving dreams.
[D]
I grew up a dreamer 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 from [D] the ladies that [G] leave them [D] with 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] Sadly in search of [D] and one [G]-stealthing by far [D] themselves [A] and their slow [D]-moving dreams.
Cowboys are special, with their own brand of misery [G] from being long, [D] too long.
You could die from the cold in the arms of a madman, [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 [G]-out memories, [D] but no one [A]
and no [D] place to stay.
[G] My heroes have always [D] been cowboys,
[E] and they still [A] are, it seems.
[G] Sadly in search of [D] and one [G]-stealthing by far [D] themselves [A] and their slow [D]-moving dreams.
[G] Sadly in search of [D] and one [G]-stealthing by far [D] themselves [A] and their slow [G]-moving dreams.
[D]
Key:
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G
A
E
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
I grew up a dreamer 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 from [D] the ladies that [G] leave them [D] with 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] _ Sadly in search of [D] and one [G]-stealthing by far [D] themselves [A] and their slow [D]-moving _ dreams. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Cowboys are special, _ _ with their own brand of misery [G] from being _ long, [D] too long.
_ _ _ You could die from the cold _ in the arms of a madman, [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 [G]-out memories, _ [D] but no one [A]
and no [D] place to stay. _
_ _ [G] My heroes have always [D] been cowboys, _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ and they still [A] are, it seems. _ _
_ [G] _ Sadly in search of [D] and one [G]-stealthing by far [D] themselves [A] and their slow [D]-moving _ dreams. _ _
[G] Sadly in search of [D] and one [G]-stealthing by far [D] themselves [A] and their slow [G]-moving dreams. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
I grew up a dreamer 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 from [D] the ladies that [G] leave them [D] with 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] _ Sadly in search of [D] and one [G]-stealthing by far [D] themselves [A] and their slow [D]-moving _ dreams. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Cowboys are special, _ _ with their own brand of misery [G] from being _ long, [D] too long.
_ _ _ You could die from the cold _ in the arms of a madman, [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 [G]-out memories, _ [D] but no one [A]
and no [D] place to stay. _
_ _ [G] My heroes have always [D] been cowboys, _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ and they still [A] are, it seems. _ _
_ [G] _ Sadly in search of [D] and one [G]-stealthing by far [D] themselves [A] and their slow [D]-moving _ dreams. _ _
[G] Sadly in search of [D] and one [G]-stealthing by far [D] themselves [A] and their slow [G]-moving dreams. _ _ _
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_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
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