WHEN I WAS YOUNG I USED TO TRADE
MY COMIC BOOKS AND HOME MADE GUNS
AND LITTLE COWBOYS ON THE RUN
WERE KILLERS JUST LIKE ME
WE'D HANG THOSE DIRTY OUTLAWS HIGH
WITH RAWHIDE ROPE AND BINDER TWINE
ROY ROGERS WAS A FRIEND OF MINE
A HERO JUST FOR ME
I REMEMBER WHEN WE STOLE A CAN
OF TOBACCO FROM THE HIRED HANDS
AND SEEING AS WE WERE WORKING MEN
WE SMOKED TILL WE WERE GREEN
AND WE COULD SPIT AND WE COULD FIGHT
AND WE BELIEVED EACH OTHER'S LIES
RIDING FAST AND RIDING HIGH
FOR ALL THE WORLD TO SEE
CHORUS: WHATEVER HAPPENED TO MY HEROES
THEY DON'T MAKE EM LIKE THEY DID IN 54
THEY WERE THERE WHEN I NEEDED THEM
I WISH THEY'D ALL COME BACK AGAIN
CAUSE I DON'T HAVE NO HEROES ANYMORE
THEY TRAVEL THROUGH MY MEMORY
THOSE RIDERS AND THE LEGACY
I KNOW THEY ALL REMEMBER ME
THEY CALLED ME BY MY NAME
AND LIKE A GHOST FROM YESTERDAY
MY HEROES THUNDERED ON THEIR WAY
BACK INTO A LONELY GRAVE
FOR ALL ETERNITY
CHORUS: WHATEVER HAPPENED TO MY HEROES
THEY DON'T MAKE EM LIKE THEY DID IN 54
THEY WERE THERE WHEN I NEEDED THEM
I WISH THEY'D ALL COME BACK AGAIN
CAUSE I DON'T HAVE NO HEROES ANYMORE
