Zach Bryan —
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± Темп (BPM): ♩ = 108-110 ударов в минуту

Lyrics an Music by Zach Bryan

Intro: 
  C Gadd11 | Am7 Am7 Fmaj F  } ×6

C          Gadd11
You took a train
       Am7           Fmaj
To the south side of Boston,
    C               Gadd11
You showed me where your
        Am7    Fmaj
Old man stayed,
     C            Gadd11
Took twenty-eight years
   Am7         Fmaj
Of blood I was lost in
   C             Gadd11      Am7 Fmaj
To feel loved on my own birthday.

    C        Gadd11   
And I always felt
         Am7        Fmaj
Like I’s in between something,
     C            Gadd11     Am7 Fmaj
Like home and somewhere far away,
    C               Gadd11   
But tonight, on the west side
     Am7        Fmaj
In a bar out in Brooklyn
  C         Gadd11   
I saw tears outline
     Am7  Fmaj | Fadd9
Your face.

Chorus:
   Am              G
     How lucky are we?
                           C
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                          F   Fadd9
     But you’re all grown now.

   Am                      G
     There’s smoke seeping out
                    C
     Of your bloody teeth,
                        F    Fadd9
     But you’re home somehow.

Instrumental: 
  Am | G | C C | F Fadd9
  Am | G | C C | F

    C         Gadd11
And I’ll be upstairs
         Am7        Fmaj
With the guitar I’s given,
     C     Gadd11     Am7  Fmaj
When I was barely fourteen,
C          Gadd11     Am7    Fmaj
When did McGlinchey’s get so crowded
    C           Gadd11
And why are the crowds
        Am7    Fmaj
So damn green?

C         Gadd11   
I lost my mind
       Am7            Fmaj
On the streets of the city,
    C       Gadd11       Am7  Fmaj
And maybe I lost all hope too.
     C            Gadd11   
Took twenty-eight years
   Am7           Fmaj
Of blood pumping through me,
   C           Gadd11   
To get to this evening
     Am7  Fmaj | Fadd9
With you.

Chorus:
   Am              G
     How lucky are we?
                           C
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                          F   Fadd9
     But you’re all grown now.

   Am                      G
     There’s smoke seeping out
                         C
     Of the bar down the street,
                       F    Fadd9
     But we’re home somehow.

Instrumental: 
  Am | G | C C | F Fadd9
  Am | G | C C | F

   Am              G
     How lucky are we?
                           C
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                          F   Fadd9
     But you’re all grown now.

   Am                      G
     There’s smoke seeping out
                         C
     Of the bar down the street,
                        F   Fadd9
     But we’re home somehow.

Instrumental: 
  Am | G | C C | F Fadd9
  Am | G | C C | F

C          Gadd11
You took a train
       Am            F
To the south side of Boston,
    C               Gadd11
You showed me where your
            Am     Fmaj
Whole heart stayed,
     C            Gadd11
Took twenty-eight years
   Am            F
Of blood pumping through me
   C             Gadd11      Am  Fmaj
To feel loved on my own birthday.