Zach Bryan —
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Lyrics an Music by Zach Bryan

Intro:
  G D | Em7 Em7 C C  } ×6

G          D
You took a train
       Em7           C
To the south side of Boston,
    G               D
You showed me where your
        Em7    C
Old man stayed,
     G            D
Took twenty-eight years
   Em7         C
Of blood I was lost in
   G             D           Em7 C
To feel loved on my own birthday.

    G        D
And I always felt
         Em7        C
Like I’s in between something,
     G            D          Em7 C
Like home and somewhere far away,
    G               D
But tonight, on the west side
     Em7        C
In a bar out in Brooklyn
  G         D
I saw tears outline
     Em7  C    |
Your face.

Chorus:
   Em              D
     How lucky are we?
                           G
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                          C
     But you’re all grown now.

   Em                      D
     There’s smoke seeping out
                    G
     Of your bloody teeth,
                        C
     But you’re home somehow.

Instrumental:
  Em | D | G G | C C
  Em | D | G G | C

    G         D
And I’ll be upstairs
         Em7        C
With the guitar I’s given,
     G     D          Em7  C
When I was barely fourteen,
G          D          Em7    C
When did McGlinchey’s get so crowded
    G           D
And why are the crowds
        Em7    C
So damn green?

G         D
I lost my mind
       Em7            C
On the streets of the city,
    G       D            Em7  C
And maybe I lost all hope too.
     G            D
Took twenty-eight years
   Em7           C
Of blood pumping through me,
   G           D
To get to this evening
     Em7  C    |
With you.

Chorus:
   Em              D
     How lucky are we?
                           G
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                          C
     But you’re all grown now.

   Em                      D
     There’s smoke seeping out
                         G
     Of the bar down the street,
                       C
     But we’re home somehow.

Instrumental:
  Em | D | G G | C C
  Em | D | G G | C

   Em              D
     How lucky are we?
                           G
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                          C
     But you’re all grown now.

   Em                      D
     There’s smoke seeping out
                         G
     Of the bar down the street,
                        C
     But we’re home somehow.

Instrumental:
  Em | D | G G | C C
  Em | D | G G | C

G          D
You took a train
       Em            C
To the south side of Boston,
    G               D
You showed me where your
            Em     C
Whole heart stayed,
     G            D
Took twenty-eight years
   Em            C
Of blood pumping through me
   G             D           Em  C
To feel loved on my own birthday.