Cowboy Boots Lyrics - The Heist - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

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 

I'm sure there's a way to express what you meant to me 

Sit around the table 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 

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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 

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 

Ey, to be young again, I guess it's relative 

Camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skin 

I fantasize about a second wind 

Grow my 'stache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin 

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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 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 

Let me hold on to 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 at 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 

I'm sure there's a way to express what you meant to me 

Sit around the table 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