Letra de Cowboy Boots - Macklemore & Ryan Lewis

(Feat. Macklemore)

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

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 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've broken 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 ryes 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

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

Pour out 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

And we hold onto 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 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

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