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 one's ever been here before or at all

And don't you mention all the inches that are scraped on the doorframe

We all know you tiptoed 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 comin'

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 livin'

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 comin'

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 comin'

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