Текст песни Doing Fine - Zach Bryan
Lord,
let
me
tell
you
about
a
place
where
we
all
used
to
go
Turn
down
towards
Goose
Island,
keep
your
eyelids
on
the
road
'Cause
there's
boys
in
the
hills
and
they're
getting
lost
tonight
And
the
girls
in
their
cars
are
all
gettin'
high
I
used
to
hang
around
a
rowdy
crowd
out
in
the
Rogers
Siren
sounds
ain't
nothing
boys
as
long
as
you
can
dodge
her
And
I
had
no
idea
this
damn
road
got
so
curvy
You
said,
"Brother
this
road's
straight
You're
just
drunk
and
it's
gettin'
early"
So
won't
you
count
'em
up
now,
count
'em
up?
All
the
people
that
I've
let
down
Won't
you
round
'em
up
now,
round
'em
up?
All
the
liars
in
this
town
'Cause
I'm
coming
home
and
I'm
toeing
the
line
I
just
hope
those
boys
I
used
to
know
Are
all
doing
fine,
doing
fine
I
remember
those
old
trains
they
made
noises
like
a
steam
boat
And
we
would
throw
our
rocks
at
them
Like
some
assholes
with
some
high
hopes
Can't
get
back
those
aimless
nights
that
we
all
claim
is
ours
I
guess
we'll
never
die
up
there
with
all
those
ever
shining
stars
So
won't
you
count
'em
up
now,
count
'em
up?
All
the
people
that
I've
let
down
Won't
you
round
'em
up
now,
round
'em
up?
All
the
liars
in
this
town
'Cause
I'm
coming
home
and
I'm
toeing
the
line
I
just
hope
those
boys
I
used
to
know
Are
all
doing
fine,
doing
fine
Lord,
let
me
tell
you
about
a
place
where
we
all
used
to
go
Turn
down
towards
Goose
Island
Keep
your
eyelids
on
the
road
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