PinkSkies

Pink Skies - Zach Bryan

Lyrics by：Zach Bryan

Produced by：Zach Bryan

The kids are in town for a funeral

So pack the car and dry your eyes

I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em

And plenty nights under pink skies

You taught 'em to enjoy

So clean the house clear the drawers

Mop the floors stand tall

Like no ones ever been here before or at all

And don't you mention all the inches

That are scraped on the door frame

We all know you tip toed up to 4'1 back in '08

If you could see 'em now you'd be proud

But you'd think they's yuppies

Your funeral was beautiful

I bet God heard you coming

The kids are in town for a funeral

And the grass all smells

The same as the day you broke your arm swinging

I'm that kid out on the river

You bailed him out

Never said a thing about Jesus or the way he's living

If you could see 'em now you'd be proud

But you'd think they's yuppies

Your funeral was beautiful

I bet God heard you coming

If you could see 'em now you'd be proud

But you'd think they's yuppies

Your funeral was beautiful

I bet God heard you coming

The kids are in town for a funeral

So pack the car and dry your eyes

I know they got plenty young blood left in 'em

And plenty nights under pink skies

You taught 'em to enjoy