Zach Bryan —
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© Подбор аккордов: Елена Ладова // специалист (https://Muzland.ru)
± Темп (BPM): ♩ = 108-110 ударов в минуту

Lyrics an Music by Zach Bryan

Intro: 
  F# C#add11 | Ebm7 Ebm7 Hmaj H  } ×6

F#         C#add11
You took a train
       Ebm7          Hmaj
To the south side of Boston,
    F#              C#add11
You showed me where your
        Ebm7   Hmaj
Old man stayed,
     F#           C#add11
Took twenty-eight years
   Ebm7        Hmaj
Of blood I was lost in
   F#            C#add11     Ebm7 Hmaj
To feel loved on my own birthday.

    F#       C#add11  
And I always felt
         Ebm7       Hmaj
Like I’s in between something,
     F#           C#add11    Ebm7 Hmaj
Like home and somewhere far away,
    F#              C#add11  
But tonight, on the west side
     Ebm7       Hmaj
In a bar out in Brooklyn
  F#        C#add11  
I saw tears outline
     Ebm7 Hmaj | Hadd9
Your face.

Chorus:
   Ebm             C#
     How lucky are we?
                           F#
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                          H   Hadd9
     But you’re all grown now.

   Ebm                     C#
     There’s smoke seeping out
                    F#
     Of your bloody teeth,
                        H    Hadd9
     But you’re home somehow.

Instrumental: 
  Ebm | C# | F# F# | H Hadd9
  Ebm | C# | F# F# | H

    F#        C#add11
And I’ll be upstairs
         Ebm7       Hmaj
With the guitar I’s given,
     F#    C#add11    Ebm7 Hmaj
When I was barely fourteen,
F#         C#add11    Ebm7   Hmaj
When did McGlinchey’s get so crowded
    F#          C#add11
And why are the crowds
        Ebm7   Hmaj
So damn green?

F#        C#add11  
I lost my mind
       Ebm7           Hmaj
On the streets of the city,
    F#      C#add11      Ebm7 Hmaj
And maybe I lost all hope too.
     F#           C#add11  
Took twenty-eight years
   Ebm7          Hmaj
Of blood pumping through me,
   F#          C#add11  
To get to this evening
     Ebm7 Hmaj | Hadd9
With you.

Chorus:
   Ebm             C#
     How lucky are we?
                           F#
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                          H   Hadd9
     But you’re all grown now.

   Ebm                     C#
     There’s smoke seeping out
                         F#
     Of the bar down the street,
                       H    Hadd9
     But we’re home somehow.

Instrumental: 
  Ebm | C# | F# F# | H Hadd9
  Ebm | C# | F# F# | H

   Ebm             C#
     How lucky are we?
                           F#
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                          H   Hadd9
     But you’re all grown now.

   Ebm                     C#
     There’s smoke seeping out
                         F#
     Of the bar down the street,
                        H   Hadd9
     But we’re home somehow.

Instrumental: 
  Ebm | C# | F# F# | H Hadd9
  Ebm | C# | F# F# | H

F#         C#add11
You took a train
       Ebm           H
To the south side of Boston,
    F#              C#add11
You showed me where your
            Ebm    Hmaj
Whole heart stayed,
     F#           C#add11
Took twenty-eight years
   Ebm           H
Of blood pumping through me
   F#            C#add11     Ebm Hmaj
To feel loved on my own birthday.