Chords for My Heros Have Always been cowboys... by Willie Nelson
Tempo:
113.25 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 cowboy [D] 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 [D] too long.
[G] Just take what you need [D] from the ladies [G] that 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-steppin' [G] by God [D] themselves, [A] and their slow [D]-movin' dreams.
Cowboys are special, with their own grand misery [G] from being alone [D] too long.
You could die on the cold, in the arms of a nightmare, [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 place [D] to stay.
[G] My heroes have always been [D] cowboys, [E]
and they still are, [A] it seems.
[G]
Sadly in search of, [D] and one-steppin' [G] by God [D] themselves, [A] and their slow [D]-movin' dreams.
[G] Sadly in search of, [D] and one [G]-steppin' by God [D] themselves, [A] and their slow-movin' [G] dreams.
I grew up a dream of being a cowboy [G] and loving the cowboy [D] 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 [D] too long.
[G] Just take what you need [D] from the ladies [G] that 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-steppin' [G] by God [D] themselves, [A] and their slow [D]-movin' dreams.
Cowboys are special, with their own grand misery [G] from being alone [D] too long.
You could die on the cold, in the arms of a nightmare, [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 place [D] to stay.
[G] My heroes have always been [D] cowboys, [E]
and they still are, [A] it seems.
[G]
Sadly in search of, [D] and one-steppin' [G] by God [D] themselves, [A] and their slow [D]-movin' dreams.
[G] Sadly in search of, [D] and one [G]-steppin' by God [D] themselves, [A] and their slow-movin' [G] dreams.
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I grew up a dream of being a cowboy _ [G] and loving the cowboy [D] 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 [D] too long.
_ _ _ [G] Just take what you need [D] from the ladies [G] that 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-steppin' [G] by God [D] themselves, [A] and their slow [D]-movin' _ dreams.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Cowboys are special, _ _ with their own grand misery [G] from being alone [D] too long. _
_ _ You could die on the cold, _ in the arms of a nightmare, [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 place [D] to stay. _ _ _ _
[G] My heroes have always been [D] cowboys, _ _ _ [E] _
_ and they still are, [A] it seems.
_ _ [G] _
Sadly in search of, [D] and one-steppin' [G] by God [D] themselves, [A] and their slow [D]-movin' _ dreams.
_ _ [G] Sadly in search of, [D] and one [G]-steppin' by God [D] themselves, [A] and their slow-movin' [G] _ dreams.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I grew up a dream of being a cowboy _ [G] and loving the cowboy [D] 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 [D] too long.
_ _ _ [G] Just take what you need [D] from the ladies [G] that 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-steppin' [G] by God [D] themselves, [A] and their slow [D]-movin' _ dreams.
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Cowboys are special, _ _ with their own grand misery [G] from being alone [D] too long. _
_ _ You could die on the cold, _ in the arms of a nightmare, [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 place [D] to stay. _ _ _ _
[G] My heroes have always been [D] cowboys, _ _ _ [E] _
_ and they still are, [A] it seems.
_ _ [G] _
Sadly in search of, [D] and one-steppin' [G] by God [D] themselves, [A] and their slow [D]-movin' _ dreams.
_ _ [G] Sadly in search of, [D] and one [G]-steppin' by God [D] themselves, [A] and their slow-movin' [G] _ dreams.
_ _ _ _ _ _
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