Cowboy Boots
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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
And acquaintances turn to friends
I hope those friends, they'll remember me
Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories
Not sure there's a way to express what you meant to me
Sit around the table and use those years as the centrepiece
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 20-something confusion before the suit and tie
Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes made you feel alive
Hindsight is vibrant, reality, rarely lit
Memories a collage pasted with glue that barely sticks
Good Lord, they broke all my shields
Locks, bathroom doors, graffiti and high heels
Until you felt the altitude, you don't know how high feels
Party Mountain, some don't ever come down from around here
Eh, to be young again, I guess it's relative
The camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skin
I fantasise about a second wind
Grow my 'stache, 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
Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash
You can 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
Can we hold on to 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 'bout around 2 a.m.
And acquaintances turn to friends
I hope those friends, they'll remember me
Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories
Not sure there's a way to express what you meant to me
Sit around the table and use those years as the centrepiece
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
Well, city kids, you get what you ask for
And acquaintances turn to friends
I hope those friends, they'll remember me
Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories
Not sure there's a way to express what you meant to me
Sit around the table and use those years as the centrepiece
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 20-something confusion before the suit and tie
Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes made you feel alive
Hindsight is vibrant, reality, rarely lit
Memories a collage pasted with glue that barely sticks
Good Lord, they broke all my shields
Locks, bathroom doors, graffiti and high heels
Until you felt the altitude, you don't know how high feels
Party Mountain, some don't ever come down from around here
Eh, to be young again, I guess it's relative
The camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skin
I fantasise about a second wind
Grow my 'stache, 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
Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash
You can 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
Can we hold on to 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 'bout around 2 a.m.
And acquaintances turn to friends
I hope those friends, they'll remember me
Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories
Not sure there's a way to express what you meant to me
Sit around the table and use those years as the centrepiece
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.34] And we drink and get older
[00:09.84] And some of us even try to get sober
[00:12.32] Now here's to the assholes and the last calls
[00:16.27] Well, city kids, you get what you ask for
[00:19.48] And acquaintances turn to friends
[00:21.00] I hope those friends, they'll remember me
[00:23.34] Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories
[00:26.60] Not sure there's a way to express what you meant to me
[00:30.17] Sit around the table and use those years as the centrepiece
[00:32.96] Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
[00:36.08] Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
[00:39.67] Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar
[00:42.63] Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[00:46.10] Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
[00:49.13] Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
[00:52.90] Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar
[00:55.62] Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[00:59.73] Hold on to what you were, forget what you're not
[01:02.84] The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks
[01:06.04] Reminisce on those days, I guess that's okay, you wonder why
[01:09.52] Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives
[01:13.06] The 20-something confusion before the suit and tie
[01:15.98] Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes made you feel alive
[01:19.46] Hindsight is vibrant, reality, rarely lit
[01:22.59] Memories a collage pasted with glue that barely sticks
[01:26.27] Good Lord, they broke all my shields
[01:29.15] Locks, bathroom doors, graffiti and high heels
[01:32.38] Until you felt the altitude, you don't know how high feels
[01:35.44] Party Mountain, some don't ever come down from around here
[01:38.72] Eh, to be young again, I guess it's relative
[01:42.42] The camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skin
[01:45.98] I fantasise about a second wind
[01:47.97] Grow my 'stache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin
[01:51.94] Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
[01:54.86] Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
[01:58.65] Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar
[02:01.54] Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[02:05.10] Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
[02:08.06] Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
[02:11.81] Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar
[02:14.77] Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[02:18.94] So here's to the nights dancing with the band
[02:21.78] Strangers into girlfriends from a one-night-stand
[02:25.12] Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash
[02:28.15] You can bring a receipt to heaven but you cannot take it back
[02:31.12] And this is life, this is real, even when it feels like it isn't
[02:34.71] I'd be a goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss it
[02:37.66] So deuces, I turn my back as I walk into the distance
[02:41.26] Dip my feet in every once in a while just to say I visit
[02:45.25] Can we hold on to these nights?
[02:47.61] Try to find our way home by the street light
[02:51.07] Over time we figure out this is me, right
[02:54.32] Learn a lot about your friends 'bout around 2 a.m.
[02:57.59] And acquaintances turn to friends
[02:59.14] I hope those friends, they'll remember me
[03:01.22] Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories
[03:04.67] Not sure there's a way to express what you meant to me
[03:08.09] Sit around the table and use those years as the centrepiece
[03:10.90] Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
[03:13.81] Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
[03:17.42] Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar
[03:20.32] Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[03:24.50]
[00:09.84] And some of us even try to get sober
[00:12.32] Now here's to the assholes and the last calls
[00:16.27] Well, city kids, you get what you ask for
[00:19.48] And acquaintances turn to friends
[00:21.00] I hope those friends, they'll remember me
[00:23.34] Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories
[00:26.60] Not sure there's a way to express what you meant to me
[00:30.17] Sit around the table and use those years as the centrepiece
[00:32.96] Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
[00:36.08] Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
[00:39.67] Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar
[00:42.63] Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[00:46.10] Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
[00:49.13] Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
[00:52.90] Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar
[00:55.62] Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[00:59.73] Hold on to what you were, forget what you're not
[01:02.84] The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks
[01:06.04] Reminisce on those days, I guess that's okay, you wonder why
[01:09.52] Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives
[01:13.06] The 20-something confusion before the suit and tie
[01:15.98] Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes made you feel alive
[01:19.46] Hindsight is vibrant, reality, rarely lit
[01:22.59] Memories a collage pasted with glue that barely sticks
[01:26.27] Good Lord, they broke all my shields
[01:29.15] Locks, bathroom doors, graffiti and high heels
[01:32.38] Until you felt the altitude, you don't know how high feels
[01:35.44] Party Mountain, some don't ever come down from around here
[01:38.72] Eh, to be young again, I guess it's relative
[01:42.42] The camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skin
[01:45.98] I fantasise about a second wind
[01:47.97] Grow my 'stache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin
[01:51.94] Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
[01:54.86] Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
[01:58.65] Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar
[02:01.54] Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[02:05.10] Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
[02:08.06] Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
[02:11.81] Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar
[02:14.77] Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[02:18.94] So here's to the nights dancing with the band
[02:21.78] Strangers into girlfriends from a one-night-stand
[02:25.12] Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash
[02:28.15] You can bring a receipt to heaven but you cannot take it back
[02:31.12] And this is life, this is real, even when it feels like it isn't
[02:34.71] I'd be a goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss it
[02:37.66] So deuces, I turn my back as I walk into the distance
[02:41.26] Dip my feet in every once in a while just to say I visit
[02:45.25] Can we hold on to these nights?
[02:47.61] Try to find our way home by the street light
[02:51.07] Over time we figure out this is me, right
[02:54.32] Learn a lot about your friends 'bout around 2 a.m.
[02:57.59] And acquaintances turn to friends
[02:59.14] I hope those friends, they'll remember me
[03:01.22] Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories
[03:04.67] Not sure there's a way to express what you meant to me
[03:08.09] Sit around the table and use those years as the centrepiece
[03:10.90] Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill
[03:13.81] Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real
[03:17.42] Cowboy boots, doing lines at the bar
[03:20.32] Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR
[03:24.50]