Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cowboy Boots, artist - Macklemore.
Date of issue: 08.10.2012
Song language: English
Cowboy Boots |
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 |
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 with 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 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 |
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 we figure out this is me, right |
Learn a lot about your friends right around two A.M. |
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 |