Cowboy Boots Lyrics - The Heist - 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 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 ears 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 make you feel alive 

Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit 

Memories to collage, paste 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 camera lights, the whiskey rise, sink into the skin 

I fantasize about a second win 

Grow a mustache, 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 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 

And we hold onto these nights 

Trying to find out 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 ears 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