Some days, I feel like the last of a dyin´ breed tryin´ to find where I fit Somewhere between high on top of the world and fightin´ with callin´ 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 dyin´ breed, tryin´ to find where I 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 nothin´ sweeter than chasin´ that fever Too much is never enough For cowboys and dreamers like us
We like our big skies, our West Texas blue eyes until they cry in the rain We´re always after some greener pastures that won´t quit callin´ our name We ride against the grain, we don´t pull back on the reigns
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 nothin´ sweeter than chasin´ 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 nothin´ sweeter than chasin´ that fever Too much is never enough For cowboys and dreamers like us Ain´t nothin´ sweeter than chasin´ that fever And too much is never enough For cowboys and dreamers like us
Some days, I feel like the last of a dyin´ breed tryin´ to find where I fit