I Want A Pair Of Cowboy Boots
Jens LekmanVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
You where in my dream last night
Like every night since two years ago
I think my dream is trying to tell my something
And I say tell me something I don't already know
Just buy 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
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Here we are down the same old street
Here we are with nothing to say
My little hand trying to make it into yours
But you put it in your pocket and looks away
I keep my eyes on the sidewalk
For something flippable like a dime
I wanna know how you forgive someone
Someone you've forgiven so many times
Just buy 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 straights and most narrow route
Anywhere but back to you
Anywhere but back to you
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Readable chord sheet for I Want A Pair Of Cowboy Boots by Jens Lekman
[G] [A] [D] [G] [G]You where in my d[A]ream last night [D]Like every night sinc[G]e two years ago [G]I think my dream is trying to [A]tell my something And I say [D]tell me something I [G]don't already know [G]Just [G/B]buy me a [D]drink, so [G]I can refuse [G]To raise my glass to these [A]sad and worn out [D]midnight shoes In my next dre[G]am I wa[A]nt a pair of [D]cowboy boots The kind that [G]walks the [A]straightest and most [D]narrow route [G/B]Anywhere but back to you [[[[Same song structure throughout.... The rest of the lyrics below.]]]]] Here we are down the same old street Here we are with nothing to say My little hand trying to make it into yours But you put it in your pocket and looks away I keep my eyes on the sidewalk For something flippable like a dime I wanna know how you forgive someone Someone you've forgiven so many times Just buy 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 straights and most narrow route Anywhere but back to you Anywhere but back to you