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  • Cowboy Boots

    Posted on September 17th, 2013 troy No comments

    [Intro]
    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
    Well, city kids, you get what you ask for

    [Bridge]
    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

    [Hook 2x:]
    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

    [Verse 1]
    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 OK, 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 to the glue that barely sticks
    Good Lord, they broke all 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 rye, sink into the skin
    I fantasize about a second win
    Grow a moustache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin

    [Hook 2x]

    [Verse 2]
    So here’s to the nights, dancing with the band
    Strangers into girlfriends from a one night stand
    Brought 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
    Come and hold onto these nights
    Trying to find our way home by the street light
    Over time you figure out this is me, right
    Learn a lot about your friends right around two A.M

    [Bridge]

    [Hook]

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