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: 
  G# Ebadd11 | Fm7 Fm7 C#maj C#  } ×6

G#         Ebadd11
You took a train
       Fm7           C#maj
To the south side of Boston,
    G#              Ebadd11
You showed me where your
        Fm7    C#maj
Old man stayed,
     G#           Ebadd11
Took twenty-eight years
   Fm7         C#maj
Of blood I was lost in
   G#            Ebadd11     Fm7 C#maj
To feel loved on my own birthday.

    G#       Ebadd11  
And I always felt
         Fm7        C#maj
Like I’s in between something,
     G#           Ebadd11    Fm7 C#maj
Like home and somewhere far away,
    G#              Ebadd11  
But tonight, on the west side
     Fm7        C#maj
In a bar out in Brooklyn
  G#        Ebadd11  
I saw tears outline
     Fm7  C#maj | C#add9
Your face.

Chorus:
   Fm              Eb
     How lucky are we?
                           G#
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                          C#  C#add9
     But you’re all grown now.

   Fm                      Eb
     There’s smoke seeping out
                    G#
     Of your bloody teeth,
                        C#   C#add9
     But you’re home somehow.

Instrumental: 
  Fm | Eb | G# G# | C# C#add9
  Fm | Eb | G# G# | C#

    G#        Ebadd11
And I’ll be upstairs
         Fm7        C#maj
With the guitar I’s given,
     G#    Ebadd11    Fm7  C#maj
When I was barely fourteen,
G#         Ebadd11    Fm7    C#maj
When did McGlinchey’s get so crowded
    G#          Ebadd11
And why are the crowds
        Fm7    C#maj
So damn green?

G#        Ebadd11  
I lost my mind
       Fm7            C#maj
On the streets of the city,
    G#      Ebadd11      Fm7  C#maj
And maybe I lost all hope too.
     G#           Ebadd11  
Took twenty-eight years
   Fm7           C#maj
Of blood pumping through me,
   G#          Ebadd11  
To get to this evening
     Fm7  C#maj | C#add9
With you.

Chorus:
   Fm              Eb
     How lucky are we?
                           G#
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                          C#  C#add9
     But you’re all grown now.

   Fm                      Eb
     There’s smoke seeping out
                         G#
     Of the bar down the street,
                       C#   C#add9
     But we’re home somehow.

Instrumental: 
  Fm | Eb | G# G# | C# C#add9
  Fm | Eb | G# G# | C#

   Fm              Eb
     How lucky are we?
                           G#
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                          C#  C#add9
     But you’re all grown now.

   Fm                      Eb
     There’s smoke seeping out
                         G#
     Of the bar down the street,
                        C#  C#add9
     But we’re home somehow.

Instrumental: 
  Fm | Eb | G# G# | C# C#add9
  Fm | Eb | G# G# | C#

G#         Ebadd11
You took a train
       Fm            C#
To the south side of Boston,
    G#              Ebadd11
You showed me where your
            Fm     C#maj
Whole heart stayed,
     G#           Ebadd11
Took twenty-eight years
   Fm            C#
Of blood pumping through me
   G#            Ebadd11     Fm  C#maj
To feel loved on my own birthday.