Zach Bryan —
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Lyrics an Music by Zach Bryan

Intro: 
  Bb Fadd11 | Gm7 Gm7 Ebmaj Eb  } ×6

Bb         Fadd11
You took a train
       Gm7           Ebmaj
To the south side of Boston,
    Bb              Fadd11
You showed me where your
        Gm7    Ebmaj
Old man stayed,
     Bb           Fadd11
Took twenty-eight years
   Gm7         Ebmaj
Of blood I was lost in
   Bb            Fadd11      Gm7 Ebmaj
To feel loved on my own birthday.

    Bb       Fadd11   
And I always felt
         Gm7        Ebmaj
Like I’s in between something,
     Bb           Fadd11     Gm7 Ebmaj
Like home and somewhere far away,
    Bb              Fadd11   
But tonight, on the west side
     Gm7        Ebmaj
In a bar out in Brooklyn
  Bb        Fadd11   
I saw tears outline
     Gm7  Ebmaj | Ebadd9
Your face.

Chorus:
   Gm              F
     How lucky are we?
                           Bb
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                          Eb  Ebadd9
     But you’re all grown now.

   Gm                      F
     There’s smoke seeping out
                    Bb
     Of your bloody teeth,
                        Eb   Ebadd9
     But you’re home somehow.

Instrumental: 
  Gm | F | Bb Bb | Eb Ebadd9
  Gm | F | Bb Bb | Eb

    Bb        Fadd11
And I’ll be upstairs
         Gm7        Ebmaj
With the guitar I’s given,
     Bb    Fadd11     Gm7  Ebmaj
When I was barely fourteen,
Bb         Fadd11     Gm7    Ebmaj
When did McGlinchey’s get so crowded
    Bb          Fadd11
And why are the crowds
        Gm7    Ebmaj
So damn green?

Bb        Fadd11   
I lost my mind
       Gm7            Ebmaj
On the streets of the city,
    Bb      Fadd11       Gm7  Ebmaj
And maybe I lost all hope too.
     Bb           Fadd11   
Took twenty-eight years
   Gm7           Ebmaj
Of blood pumping through me,
   Bb          Fadd11   
To get to this evening
     Gm7  Ebmaj | Ebadd9
With you.

Chorus:
   Gm              F
     How lucky are we?
                           Bb
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                          Eb  Ebadd9
     But you’re all grown now.

   Gm                      F
     There’s smoke seeping out
                         Bb
     Of the bar down the street,
                       Eb   Ebadd9
     But we’re home somehow.

Instrumental: 
  Gm | F | Bb Bb | Eb Ebadd9
  Gm | F | Bb Bb | Eb

   Gm              F
     How lucky are we?
                           Bb
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                          Eb  Ebadd9
     But you’re all grown now.

   Gm                      F
     There’s smoke seeping out
                         Bb
     Of the bar down the street,
                        Eb  Ebadd9
     But we’re home somehow.

Instrumental: 
  Gm | F | Bb Bb | Eb Ebadd9
  Gm | F | Bb Bb | Eb

Bb         Fadd11
You took a train
       Gm            Eb
To the south side of Boston,
    Bb              Fadd11
You showed me where your
            Gm     Ebmaj
Whole heart stayed,
     Bb           Fadd11
Took twenty-eight years
   Gm            Eb
Of blood pumping through me
   Bb            Fadd11      Gm  Ebmaj
To feel loved on my own birthday.