Cowboys And Dreamers
Some days I feel like the last of a dying breed
Trying to find the right fit
Somewhere between high on top of the world
Fighting with calling it quits
Mama says she thinks I've always been this way
Like I was just born with it
Some days I feel like the last of a dying breed
Trying to find the right fit
Cowboys and dreamers like us
Lovers and leavers and long-shot believers
Who get up and kick off the dust
We live and die for the rush
Ain't nothing sweeter
Than chasing that fever
Too much is never enough
For cowboys and dreamers like us
We like our big skies, our West Texas blue highs
Until they cry in the rain
We're always after some greener pastures
Who won't quit calling our name
We ride against the grain
We don't pull back on the rain
Cowboys and dreamers like us
Lovers and leavers and long-shot believers
Who get up and kick off the dust
We live and die for the rush
Ain't nothing sweeter
Than chasing that fever
Too much is never enough
For cowboys and dreamers like us
Cowboys and dreamers like us
Lovers and leavers and long-shot believers
Who get up and kick off the dust
We live and die for the rush
Ain't nothing sweeter
Than chasing that fever
Too much is never enough
For cowboys and dreamers like us
Ain't nothing sweeter
Than chasing that fever
And too much is never enough
For cowboys and dreamers like us
Some days I feel like the last of a dying breed
Trying to find the right fit
Trying to find the right fit
Somewhere between high on top of the world
Fighting with calling it quits
Mama says she thinks I've always been this way
Like I was just born with it
Some days I feel like the last of a dying breed
Trying to find the right fit
Cowboys and dreamers like us
Lovers and leavers and long-shot believers
Who get up and kick off the dust
We live and die for the rush
Ain't nothing sweeter
Than chasing that fever
Too much is never enough
For cowboys and dreamers like us
We like our big skies, our West Texas blue highs
Until they cry in the rain
We're always after some greener pastures
Who won't quit calling our name
We ride against the grain
We don't pull back on the rain
Cowboys and dreamers like us
Lovers and leavers and long-shot believers
Who get up and kick off the dust
We live and die for the rush
Ain't nothing sweeter
Than chasing that fever
Too much is never enough
For cowboys and dreamers like us
Cowboys and dreamers like us
Lovers and leavers and long-shot believers
Who get up and kick off the dust
We live and die for the rush
Ain't nothing sweeter
Than chasing that fever
Too much is never enough
For cowboys and dreamers like us
Ain't nothing sweeter
Than chasing that fever
And too much is never enough
For cowboys and dreamers like us
Some days I feel like the last of a dying breed
Trying to find the right fit
Credits
Writer(s): Keith Gattis, Jessie Jo Dillon, Bubba Strait
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