Some days, I feel like the last of a dying breed
Trying to find where I fit
Somewhere between high on top of the world
And 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 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 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 eyes
Until they cry in the rain
We're always after some greener pastures
That won't quit calling our name
We ride against the grain, we don't pull back on the reins

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 where I fit