My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys Chords by Waylon Jennings
Tempo:
113.3 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
E
Bm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a [G] cowboy, lovin' the [D] cowboy way.
Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes, [E] I burned up my [A] childhood days.
[D] I learned all the room of the modern-day drifter.
[G] Don't you hold on to nothin' [D] too long,
[G] just take what you need.
[D] From the [G] ladies, then leave them [D] the words [A] of a sad country [D] song.
My [G] heroes have always [D] been cowboys,
[E] and they still [A] are, it seems.
[G] Sadly in search of [D] one [G] steppin' back of [D] themselves and [A] their slow-movin' [D] dream.
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery.
[G] From bein' alone [D] too long, you could die from the cold.
In the arms of a nightmare, [Bm] knowin' [E] well your best [A] days are gone.
[D] Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen, I let the [G] words of my [D] years fade away.
[G] No worn-out saddles, [D] no [G] worn-out memories, [D] with no one, [A] no [D] place to stay.
My [G] heroes have always [A] been [D] cowboys,
[E] and they still are, [A] it seems.
[G] Sadly in search of [D] one [G] steppin' back of [D] themselves and their slow [G]-movin' dream.
[D]
I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a [G] cowboy, lovin' the [D] cowboy way.
Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes, [E] I burned up my [A] childhood days.
[D] I learned all the room of the modern-day drifter.
[G] Don't you hold on to nothin' [D] too long,
[G] just take what you need.
[D] From the [G] ladies, then leave them [D] the words [A] of a sad country [D] song.
My [G] heroes have always [D] been cowboys,
[E] and they still [A] are, it seems.
[G] Sadly in search of [D] one [G] steppin' back of [D] themselves and [A] their slow-movin' [D] dream.
Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery.
[G] From bein' alone [D] too long, you could die from the cold.
In the arms of a nightmare, [Bm] knowin' [E] well your best [A] days are gone.
[D] Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen, I let the [G] words of my [D] years fade away.
[G] No worn-out saddles, [D] no [G] worn-out memories, [D] with no one, [A] no [D] place to stay.
My [G] heroes have always [A] been [D] cowboys,
[E] and they still are, [A] it seems.
[G] Sadly in search of [D] one [G] steppin' back of [D] themselves and their slow [G]-movin' dream.
[D]
Key:
D
G
A
E
Bm
D
G
A
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a [G] cowboy, lovin' the _ [D] cowboy way. _ _ _
_ _ Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes, [E] I burned up my [A] childhood days. _ _ _
_ [D] I learned all the room of the modern-day drifter.
[G] Don't you hold on to nothin' [D] too long, _ _
_ [G] just take what you need.
[D] From the [G] ladies, then leave them [D] the words [A] of a sad country [D] song.
_ My _ [G] _ heroes have always [D] been _ cowboys, _
_ [E] _ and they still [A] are, it seems. _ _
_ [G] Sadly in search of [D] one [G] steppin' back of [D] themselves and [A] their slow-movin' [D] dream. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery.
[G] From bein' alone [D] too long, _ _ you could die from the cold.
In the arms of a nightmare, [Bm] knowin' [E] well your best [A] days are gone. _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen, I let the [G] words of my [D] years fade away. _ _
_ [G] No worn-out saddles, [D] no [G] worn-out memories, [D] with no one, [A] no [D] place to stay.
_ My _ [G] _ heroes have always [A] been _ [D] cowboys, _
_ [E] _ and they still are, [A] it seems. _ _
_ [G] Sadly in search of [D] one _ [G] steppin' back of [D] themselves and their slow [G]-movin' dream. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a [G] cowboy, lovin' the _ [D] cowboy way. _ _ _
_ _ Pursuin' the life of my high-ridin' heroes, [E] I burned up my [A] childhood days. _ _ _
_ [D] I learned all the room of the modern-day drifter.
[G] Don't you hold on to nothin' [D] too long, _ _
_ [G] just take what you need.
[D] From the [G] ladies, then leave them [D] the words [A] of a sad country [D] song.
_ My _ [G] _ heroes have always [D] been _ cowboys, _
_ [E] _ and they still [A] are, it seems. _ _
_ [G] Sadly in search of [D] one [G] steppin' back of [D] themselves and [A] their slow-movin' [D] dream. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Cowboys are special with their own brand of misery.
[G] From bein' alone [D] too long, _ _ you could die from the cold.
In the arms of a nightmare, [Bm] knowin' [E] well your best [A] days are gone. _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ Pickin' up hookers instead of my pen, I let the [G] words of my [D] years fade away. _ _
_ [G] No worn-out saddles, [D] no [G] worn-out memories, [D] with no one, [A] no [D] place to stay.
_ My _ [G] _ heroes have always [A] been _ [D] cowboys, _
_ [E] _ and they still are, [A] it seems. _ _
_ [G] Sadly in search of [D] one _ [G] steppin' back of [D] themselves and their slow [G]-movin' dream. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _