Macklemore, Ryan Lewis - Cowboy Boots lyrics
[Macklemore, Ryan Lewis - Cowboy Boots lyrics]
And we drink and get older
And some of us even try to get sober
Now here's to the assholes and the last calls
We're city kids, you get what you ask for
And acquaintances turn to friends
I hope those friends, they remember me
Hold the night for ransom as
We kidnap the memories
Not sure there is a way to
Express what you meant to me
Sit around a table and use
Those years as the centerpiece
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm
Seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow
When you're drinking PBR
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm
Seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow
When you're drinking PBR
Hold on to what you were
Forget what you're not
The streets were ours that summer
At least those two blocks
Reminisce on those days, I guess that's okay
You wonder why
Some grow up, move on, close the chapter
Live separate lives
The twenty-something confusion before the
Suit and tie strangers become mistakes
But those mistakes made you feel alive
Hindsight is vibrant, reality, rarely lit
Memory's a collage pasted with
Glue that barely sticks
Good Lord, they've broken my shields
Locked bathroom doors
Graffiti and high heels
Until you felt that altitude
You don't know how high feels
Party mountain
Some don't ever come down from around here
To be young again, I guess it's relative
The Camel Lights
The whiskey ryes sink into the skin
I fantasize about a second wind
Grow a moustache
Pick up another bad habit and
Let the games begin
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm
Seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow
When you're drinking PBR
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm
Seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow
When you're drinking PBR
So here's to the nights dancing with the band
Strangers into girlfriends from a
One night stand pour out a little liquor and
Turn up the Johnny Cash
You could bring a receipt to Heaven
But you cannot take it back
And this is life, this is real
Even when it feels like it isn't
I'd be a goddamn liar to say
At times I didn't miss it so deuces
I turn my back as I walk into the distance
Dip my feet in every once in a
While just to say I visit
And we hold onto these nights
Try to find our way home by the street light
Over time we figure out this is me, right
Learn a lot about your friends
Right around two am
And acquaintances turn to friends
I hope those friends, they remember me
Hold the night for ransom as
We kidnap the memories
Not sure there is a way to
Express what you meant to me
Sit around a table and use
Those years as the centerpiece
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm
Seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow
When you're drinking PBR
And some of us even try to get sober
Now here's to the assholes and the last calls
We're city kids, you get what you ask for
And acquaintances turn to friends
I hope those friends, they remember me
Hold the night for ransom as
We kidnap the memories
Not sure there is a way to
Express what you meant to me
Sit around a table and use
Those years as the centerpiece
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm
Seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow
When you're drinking PBR
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm
Seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow
When you're drinking PBR
Hold on to what you were
Forget what you're not
The streets were ours that summer
At least those two blocks
Reminisce on those days, I guess that's okay
You wonder why
Some grow up, move on, close the chapter
Live separate lives
The twenty-something confusion before the
Suit and tie strangers become mistakes
But those mistakes made you feel alive
Hindsight is vibrant, reality, rarely lit
Memory's a collage pasted with
Glue that barely sticks
Good Lord, they've broken my shields
Locked bathroom doors
Graffiti and high heels
Until you felt that altitude
You don't know how high feels
Party mountain
Some don't ever come down from around here
To be young again, I guess it's relative
The Camel Lights
The whiskey ryes sink into the skin
I fantasize about a second wind
Grow a moustache
Pick up another bad habit and
Let the games begin
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm
Seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow
When you're drinking PBR
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm
Seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow
When you're drinking PBR
So here's to the nights dancing with the band
Strangers into girlfriends from a
One night stand pour out a little liquor and
Turn up the Johnny Cash
You could bring a receipt to Heaven
But you cannot take it back
And this is life, this is real
Even when it feels like it isn't
I'd be a goddamn liar to say
At times I didn't miss it so deuces
I turn my back as I walk into the distance
Dip my feet in every once in a
While just to say I visit
And we hold onto these nights
Try to find our way home by the street light
Over time we figure out this is me, right
Learn a lot about your friends
Right around two am
And acquaintances turn to friends
I hope those friends, they remember me
Hold the night for ransom as
We kidnap the memories
Not sure there is a way to
Express what you meant to me
Sit around a table and use
Those years as the centerpiece
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
Where I question if what I'm
Seeing here is real
Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar
Where the time goes slow
When you're drinking PBR