Zach Bryan - 28
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Zach Bryan - 28
You took a train
To the south-side of Boston
You showed me where
Your old man stayed
Took twenty-eight years of
Blood I was lost in
To feel loved on my own Birthday
And I always felt like
I’s in-between something
Like home and somewhere far away
But tonight on the West side
in a bar out in Brooklyn
I saw tears outline your face
How lucky are we?
It’s been a hell of a week
But you’re all grown now
There’s smoke seepin’ out
Of your bloody teeth
But you’re home somehow
And I’ll be upstairs
With the guitar I’s given
When I was barely fourteen
When did McGlinchey’s get so crowded?
And why are the crowds so damn green?
I lost my mind on the streets of the city
And maybe I lost all hope too
Took twenty-eight years of blood pumping through me
To get to this evening with you
How lucky are we?
It’s been a hell of a week
But we’re all grown now
There’s smoke seepin’ out
Of the bar down the street
But we’re home somehow
How lucky are we?
It’s been a hell of a week
And we’re all grown now
There’s smoke seepin’ out
Of the bar down the street
But we’re home somehow
You took a train to the south-side of Boston
You showed me where your whole heart stayed
Took twenty-eight years of blood pumpin’ through me
To feel loved on my own Birthday
