paroles de chanson Pink Skies - 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
one's
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
swingin'
On
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
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
of
plenty
young
blood
left
in
'em
And
plenty
nights
under
pink
skies
You
taught
'em
to
enjoy
Recall
your
hats,
erase
the
claim
Like
who
gets
to
ride
shotgun
Your
pocket
knife,
it
went
missing
And
I
think
we
know
who
got
that
one
You
used
to
let
her
cut
the
ribbons
On
all
of
her
own
presents
It
made
me
nervous,
but
now
I
see
We're
just
taught
different
lessons
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