Macklemore - Cowboy Boots Lyrics
[Intro]And we drink and get olderAnd some of us even try to get soberNow here's to the *****s and the last callsWe're city kids, you get what you ask for[Bridge]And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friendsThey remember meHold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memoriesNot sure there is a way to express what you meant to meSit around a table and use those years as theCenterpiece[Hook x2]Sounds of the city on Capitol HillWhere I question if what I'm seeing here is realCowboy boots doing lines at the barWhere the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR[Verse 1]Hold on to what you were, forget what you're notThe streets were ours that summer, at least those twoBlocksReminisce on those days, I guess that's OK, you wonderWhySome grow up, move on, close the chapter, live seperateLivesThe twenty-something confusion before the suit and tieStrangers become mistakes but those mistakes made youFeel aliveHindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely litMemories a collage, pasted with glue that barelySticksGood Lord, they broke all my shieldsLocked bathroom doors, graffiti, and high heelsUntil you felt that altitude you don't know how highFeelsParty mountain, some don't ever come down from aroundHereTo be young again, I guess it's relativeThe camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skinI fantasize about a second windGrow a moustache, pick up another bad habit and let theGames begin[Hook x2]Sounds of the city on Capitol HillWhere I question if what I'm seeing here is realCowboy boots doing lines at the barWhere the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR[Verse 2]So here's to the nights, dancing with the bandStrangers into girlfriends from a one night standBrought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny CashYou could bring a receipt to Heaven but you cannot takeIt backAnd this is life, this is real, even when it feels likeIt isn'tI'd be a goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss itSo deuces, I turn my back as I walk into the distanceDip my feet in every once in a while, just to say IVisitAnd we hold onto these nightsTrying to find our way home by the street lightOver time we figure out this is me, rightLearn a lot about your friends right around two A.M[Bridge]And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friendsThey remember meHold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memoriesNot sure there is a way to express what you meant to meSit around a table and use those years as theCenterpiece[Hook]Sounds of the city on Capitol HillWhere I question if what I'm seeing here is realCowboy boots doing lines at the barWhere the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
