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Cowboy Boots Lyrics
You know the thing when you have the same dream
Seven hundred thirty night sin and law
And when you think your dream is tryin' to tell you something
And you say time you something I don't already know
Just pour me a drink so I can refuse
To raise my glass to these sad and worn out midnight shoes
In my next dream I want a pair of cowboy boots
The kind that walks the straight out stand out most loose
Anywhere but back to you
Here we are down the same old streets
Here we are when nothing to say
Your little hand turned out make it into hers
But she puts it in the pocket and looks away
I keep my eys on the sidewalk
Something flippable like I die
I wanna know how you forgive someone
Someone you forgive and so many times
Seven hundred thirty night sin and law
And when you think your dream is tryin' to tell you something
And you say time you something I don't already know
To raise my glass to these sad and worn out midnight shoes
In my next dream I want a pair of cowboy boots
The kind that walks the straight out stand out most loose
Anywhere but back to you
Here we are when nothing to say
Your little hand turned out make it into hers
But she puts it in the pocket and looks away
Something flippable like I die
I wanna know how you forgive someone
Someone you forgive and so many times
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Submitted by
sinkingsky On Jul 30, 2011
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You know the thing when you have the same dream Seven hundred thirty nights in a row And when you think your dream is tryin' to tell you something And you say "tell me something I don't already know"
Just pour me a drink so I can refuse To raise my glass to these sad and worn out midnight shoes In my next dream I want a pair of cowboy boots The kind that walks the straightest and most narrow route Anywhere but back to you
Here we are down the same old street Here we are with nothing to say Your little hand trying to make it into hers But she puts it in her pocket and looks away
I keep my eyes on the sidewalk For something flippable like a die I wanna know how you forgive someone Someone you've forgiven so many times
Just pour me a drink so I can refuse To raise my glass to these sad and worn out midnight shoes In my next dream I want a pair of cowboy boots The kind that walks the straightest and most narrow route Anywhere but back to you
Anywhere but back to you
Wait...pretty sure "For something flippable like a die" should be "For something flippable like a dim" (rhymes with "times," makes more sense)
Wait...pretty sure "For something flippable like a die" should be "For something flippable like a dim" (rhymes with "times," makes more sense)
Oops..."dime"
Oops..."dime"