Cowboy Boots

G C G G D G G G And we drink and get older C C And some of us even try to get sober G G Now here's to the assholes and the last calls D D Well, city kids, you get what you ask for G G And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me C C Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories G G Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me D N.C. Sit around a table and use those years as the centerpiece G Cadd9 G Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill C C Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real G Cadd9 G Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar D D Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR G Cadd9 G Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill C C Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real G Cadd9 G Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar D Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR G C G Hold on to what you were, forget what you're not G D G The streets were ours that summer, at least those two blocks G C G Reminisce on those days, I guess that's okay, G G you wonder why, Some grow up, move on, close the chapter, live separate lives G G The twenty-something confusion before the suit and tie C C Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes made you feel alive G G Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit D D Memory's a collage pasted to the glue that barely sticks G G Good Lord, they broke all my shields C C Locked bathroom doors, graffiti, and high heels G G Until you felt that altitude you don't know how high feels C C Party mountain, some don't ever come down from around here, G G To be young again, I guess it's relative C C The camel lights, the whiskey rye, sink into the skin G G I fantasize about a second wind D D Grow a moustache, pick up another bad habit and let the games begin G Cadd9 G Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill C C Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real G Cadd9 G Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar D D Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR G Cadd9 G Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill C C Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real G Cadd9 G Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar D D Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR G C So here's to the nights, dancing with the band G D Strangers into girlfriends from a one night stand G C Brought a little liquor and turn up the Johnny Cash G D You could bring a receipt to Heaven but you cannot take it back G C And this is life, this is real, even when it feels like it isn't G D I'd be a Goddamn liar to say at times I didn't miss it G C So deuces, I turn my back as I walk into the distance G N.C. Dip my feet in every once in a while, just to say I visit G G Come and hold onto these nights C C Try to find our way home by the street light G G Over time you figure out this is me, right? D D Learn a lot about your friends right around two AM G G And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me C C Hold the night for ransom as we kidnap the memories G G Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me D N.C. Sit around a table and use those years as the centerpiece G Cadd9 G Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill C C Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real G Cadd9 G Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar D D Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR (trumpet) G G C C G G N.C. G G C C G G D D G C G G D G G C G G D G G C G G D G G C G G D G