Cowboy Boots

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e[ 3   3   0  2
b[ 3   3   1  3
g[ 0   0   2  2
D[ 0   2   0  0
a[ 2   3   3  0
E[ 3   -   -  -


[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
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And we drink and get older
             C                 C
And some of us even try to get sober
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Now here's to the assholes and the last calls
           D                      D
Well, city kids, you get what you ask for

[Pre-Chorus]
      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
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   Not sure there is a way to express what you meant to me
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   Sit around a table and use those years as the centerpiece

[Chorus]
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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


[Verse 1]
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  Hold on to what you were,   forget what you're not
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The streets were ours that summer,   at least those two blocks
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   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
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  The twenty-something confusion before the suit and tie
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  Strangers become mistakes but those mistakes made you feel alive
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  Hindsight is vibrant, reality: rarely lit
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   Memory's a collage pasted to the glue that barely sticks
G                 G
  Good Lord, they broke all my shields
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  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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Bridge]
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    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 A.M

[Pre-Chorus]
     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

[Chorus]
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

[Solo] (trumpet)
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C  C
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N.C.
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C  C
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D  D

[Solo 2] (Piano)
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G   D G
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