Etiket: Zach Bryan

Video Clip Lyrics (Ready? Yes) Well, oh, Madeline, how you been? I’ve been waiting ’round to die again Well, I saw all your friends and you weren’t there And there’s a picture of us holding up a pitcher of our favorite beer I’m tryna slow down this year, they can’t hold it like I used…

Video Clip Lyrics Remember when we’d sit around an ol’ fire And you’d get your guitar out to sing We’d sing CCR, “Jersey Giant,” “Don’t Look Back in Anger” Or anything by Bruce Springsteen Back when ol’ Anna would throw her ol’ hands up With her face framed by the fire And it got so…

Video Clip Lyrics (One, two, three, four) The boys are breakin’ bottles out here on the streets of London The women here, they look like movie stars Things I’d do to be back in Oklahoma Kickin’ around at a hometown bar And I’ve dined with kings and queens in the city I filled my plate…

Video Clip Lyrics There’s a letter to your mother that is hidden is my desk That I wrote to her in a sober mind It’s my apology for all the things I used to be And swearin’ I’ll change over time She might not believe me ’cause no one ever does Except her daughter that…

Video Clip Lyrics Adderall and white-lace bras that makes you fall in love You left your blue jeans in my pickup truck New York this time of year ain’t good for me ‘Cause all my friends lack self-control and empathy All the boys are crawlin’ in some shithole in the wall again I missed this…

Video Clip Lyrics 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…

Video Clip Lyrics There’s guitars ringin’ now from the top floor of this house That I’ve learned to rest my soul inside Be still, be quiet, this world’s a giant That I don’t feel like facing tonight I don’t have the words yet, I’ll smoke a cigarette Even though she’ll smell it on my breath…

Video Clip Lyrics Rotgut whiskey’s gonna ease my mind Beach towel rests on the dryin’ line Do I remind you of your daddy in his ’88 Ford? Labrador hangin’ out the passenger door The sand from your hair is blowin’ in my eyes Blame it on the beach, grown men don’t cry Do you remember…

Video Clip Lyrics One, two, three, four One, two It’s a motorcycle drive-by Baby, dry your kind eyes I think it’s about time we headed home Walking on such tight rope with my damn high hopes Country boys don’t die alone Reading poetry under shade trees That woman, she’s my baby I will be in…