Lyrics American Nights (Live From Foxborough) - Zach Bryan

Screen door cracked, with the ball game on
Man on the porch singin' baritone
Tan line leads to that gentle place
Between her collarbone and her stone-cold face

Dockhand boys all say goodbye
To the women that they swear are gonna be their wives
They'll be gone by the wintertime
And they don't wanna bother with no friend of mine

Wet, hot, American nights
Shake your body dry under coastline light
Wet, hot, American nights
We snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone-dry
We snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone-dry
(Thank you, Boston)

Davey got back from his first tour
He ain't the same boy that he was before
Twenty's too young to nearly die
American boys are a friend of mine

Delco Danny cut a deal with the dealer
That he met out at the Rivers Casino
He got caught countin' cards, then them spades broke his heart
Then the Point Breeze boys broke his nose
Mary got that job that she wanted out of town
She was better than the sum of all of us anyhow
Still stops by whenever she can
She's tougher than my brother with a balled left hand

Wet, hot, American nights
Shake your body dry under coastline light
Wet, hot, American nights
We snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone-dry
We snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone-dry
(Y'all's got one more in ya?)

Wet, hot, American nights
Shake your body dry under coastline light
Wet, hot, American nights
We snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone-dry