Zach Bryan - I Remember Everything (feat. Kacey Musgraves) [Live From Chicago] Zach Bryan 2024-12-20 | ...
Zach Bryan - Hey Driver (feat. The War & Treaty) [Live From Washington, D.C.] Zach Bryan 2024-12-20 | ...
Zach Bryan - 28 Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | You took a trainTo the south-side of Boston You showed me where Your old man stayed Took twenty-eight years of Blood I was lost in To feel loved on my own Birthday And I always felt like I’s in-between something Like home and somewhere far away But tonight on the West side in a bar out in Brooklyn I saw tears outline your face How lucky are we? It’s been a hell of a week But you’re all grown nowThere’s smoke seepin’ out Of your bloody teeth But you’re home somehow And I’ll be upstairs With the guitar I’s given When I was barely fourteen When did McGlinchey’s get so crowded?And why are the crowds so damn green? I lost my mind on the streets of the city And maybe I lost all hope tooTook twenty-eight years of blood pumping through me To get to this evening with you How lucky are we?It’s been a hell of a week But we’re all grown now There’s smoke seepin’ out Of the bar down the street But we’re home somehow How lucky are we?It’s been a hell of a week And we’re all grown now There’s smoke seepin’ out Of the bar down the street But we’re home somehowYou took a train to the south-side of Boston You showed me where your whole heart stayed Took twenty-eight years of blood pumpin’ through meTo feel loved on my own Birthday
Zach Bryan - Bathwater Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | Coffee cold this morningYou’re getting rid of me Got drunk, fell asleep, And woke up In Eastern Tennessee Woke up on the wrong side of a Lifelong fight between Who I was, Who I am, And which one’s right Baby’s out with the bathwater He ain’t got no chance Oklahoma knows the old ya So boy get up and dance These songs used to free me Now there’s nothin free in this Just 808 beats, what we used to beand back-door politics Now everyone knows an outlaw Country to their core But the only outlaw I’ve known Served in the Corps And I ain’t heard “Shake the Frost” in a Couple years or more
Zach Bryan - The Way Back Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | I saw you in my dreams last nightYou had a vandal grin Framed by a suit and tieYou were sayin’ you were Out of here With your breath framed By cocaine and beer Who’da thought she would ruin youLeave your whole damn family in shambles tooI got a call from your mom months back Sayin “I wish he didn’t leave town like that,I wish he didn’t go out like that.”But love’s gonna bring you home Even god didn’t see it comin’ But no matter where you’re at We’ll always find the way backWe’ll always find the way backWe’ll always find the way back Tokin’ poison to some killer’s songYour old man’s Trans-Am in Kodachrome Bumper sticker to the back rightState Champs eighty-three through eighty-five She’s smokin’ cigarettes in the kitchen Tom and Jerry’s on the front room television She always sat under the oak treeSayin’ “God I miss the old me”God I miss the old me…But love’s gonna bring you homeEven God didn’t see it comin’ No matter where you’re atWe’ll always find the way back We’ll always find the way backWe’ll always find the way back Baseball in the Fall with a worn gloveThe leaves might change But the roots stuckThem shoes still hang on the top wireI’d say I don’t miss you But I hate a liarSaw you in my dreams last nightYou had a vandal grin framed by a suit and tieTokin’ poison to some Killer’s songYour old man’s Trans-Am in Kodachrome Your old man’s Trans-Am in Kodachrome Your old man’s Trans-Am in Kodachrome
Zach Bryan - Pink Skies Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | The kids are in town for a funeralSo pack the car and dry your eyesI know they got plenty of young blood left in ‘emAnd plenty nights under pink skiesYou taught ‘em to enjoySo clean the houseClear the drawersMop the floorsStand tallLike no one’s ever been hereBefore or at allAnd don’t you mention all the inchesThat are scraped on the door frameWe all know you tip toed up to 4’1 back in ’08If you could see ‘em nowYou’d be proudBut you’d think they’s yuppiesYour funeral was beautifulI bet god heard you comingThe kids are in town for a funeralAnd the grass all smells the same as the day you broke your arm swingingI’m that kid out on the riverYou bailed him outNever said a thing about Jesus or the way he’s livingIf you could see ‘em nowYou’d be proudBut you’d think they’s yuppiesYour funeral was beautifulI bet god heard you comingIf you could see ‘em nowYou’d be proudBut you’d think they’s yuppiesYour funeral was beautifulI bet god heard you comingThe kids are in town for a funeralSo pack the car and dry your eyesI know they got plenty young blood left in emAnd plenty nights under pink skiesYou taught ‘em to enjoyRecall your hatsErase the claimLike who gets to ride shotgunYour pocket knife, it went missingI think we know who got that oneYou use to let herCut the ribbonsOn all of her own presentsIt made me nervous, but now I seeWe’re just taught different lessons
Zach Bryan - Better Days (feat. John Mayer) Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | Don’t get angry Listen to the sound Them good times will Find their way back aroundAnd I’ve got the answers Go on and touch my skin Them better days always Come back again Life’s a boat boy It all comes in waves On the radio, Her laughter and sweet mistakesAnd I wasn’t loved well as a younger childSo I pray these better, unstable days They stay awhileSo don’t get hatefullord, hot-damn, There’s a fire burnin’ in the back forty I’m still finding out who the hell I am And I’m so tired of wasting it away Going to find the time to realize I’m in deep on better days She always told me There’d be times like this With a blue guitar, a city bar And a streetlight kiss But I’ve never known quite What I deserve Try so hard and wind up gettin’ burned So don’t get hateful Lord, hot-damn There’s a fire burnin’ in the back forty I’m still finding out who the hell I am And I’m so tired of wasting it away Going to find the time to realize I’m in deep on better days So don’t get hateful Lord, hot-damn There’s a fire burnin’ in the back forty I’m trying to change the man I am And I’m so tired of wasting it away Going to find the time to realize I’m in deep on better days Going to find the time to realize I’m in deep on better days
Zach Bryan - Boons Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | Let me die out in the boonsIt took me thirteen years to bloomThey broke up but he’s alright We’ll be in town ‘till late tonight Dyin’ in the boonsAnd I hate a hungry crowd Worst of ‘em all Talk the loudestI guess I’ll die out here With a hammer and a beer Just dyin’ in the BoonsSo leave me out of that talk downtown I have found everything I’ll ever need Real dee-eeep In the boonsI met a girl deep in the city She said she don’t mind Sittin’ with me I let my troubles float away I had myself A Simple day Just dyin’ in the boonsAnd how I miss the quick-stop lineThey say hello every time No concern for politicsCome on homeI’ll check for ticks Love me gently in the boons And why does everyone I know Have somewhere else to go?Won’t you look up from your hands?Let’s be still while we still canStay a while out in the boonsSo leave me out of that talk downtown I have found Everything I’ll ever need Real Dee-eeep In the boons Let me die out in the boons It took me thirteen years to bloomI’m beat up but I’m alright I’ll be in town till late tonightJust dyin in the boons
Zach Bryan - Memphis; The Blues (feat. John Moreland) Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | Rain started fallin’ on the roof that mornin’ It was early summertimeWe fogged up the rear window of my Sixty-Seven, three-hundred, in-lineMy lungs have been hurtin’ And it’s likely my liver Has taken a lickin’, too Them Beale Street boys are handy With A clap on four and two The thrill is gone so slow and easy Won’t you love me tender?The way you move’s a drug and I am on a life-long bender So rest them tired eyes and let your dress fall to the ground We’re the only ones left Who love Otis in this town I need you like Memphis the blues I need you like Memphis the blues Cracked up skies Tried on a couple lives To find the one that fit Cold wind comin’ and the heat quit runnin’ But you keep my candle litPictures on the wall say it all With the kind-a-conviction Make a river burn You got a skeleton key on a chain around your neck I got a chain around my heart Church bells ringing in the air down the hill from the house where you were born I said baby don’t you think we aught to live a little bit before Gabriel blows his hornI need you like Memphis the blues I need you like Memphis the blues I need you like Memphis the blues I need you like Memphis the blues I need you like Memphis the blues I need you like Memphis the blues….
Zach Bryan - Lucky Enough Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | If I’m lucky enough I’ll see fogs lift with suns as we roll to play a show In Carolina, Oklahoma or Chicago I’ll grow to know the road to home in places far away Wrinkled, bald and beat to shit, to never waste a day Enough people will hate me that I know I did it right But to never meet a human to say that I don’t like Let me learn the hard way and cut it close some times That use the attic chest where every lesson liesI’ll have some kids and teach them that we are all the same Sufferin’, smilin’, silhouettes of every passin’ day And the love I have will always be something my friends yearn That memories were never cheap and never easy earned I hope to choke on jack and coke in a bar during a northern winter On a night the man was tight and right as rooftop lights flicker If I’m lucky enough ill understand losing someone close Ill clench my teeth on New Year’s Eve and try to talk to ghosts I’ll stumble through a market on a summer day in June Smell the salt and asphalt on Sunday afternoon I reckon I’d be lucky if i made it half as far To only die as on hills that are closest to my heart If I’m lucky enough notebooks will be strewn across my room Play catch in the backyard on a Monday afternoonIf I’m lucky enough ill tell the truth every chance I get ‘Cuz smiles faked to appease another is worth ten regrets If I’m lucky enough I will get through hard things And they will make me gentle to the ways of the world If I’m lucky enough I’ll have the courage to leave and go Wherever my healthy beatin’ heart tells me to go If I’m lucky enough I’ll get high and invite a guitarist over And he’ll play sweet notes until a New York City’s rooftop sunrises If I’m lucky enough I’ll meet some kids in school that still know how to play instrumentsIf I’m lucky enough I’ll see fogs lift with suns as we roll to play a show In Carolina, Oklahoma or Chicago Ill grow to know the road to home in places far as way Wrinkled, bald and beat to shit, to never waste a day
Zach Bryan - Oak Island Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | Rail-Tie worker I’ve been layin’ ties on Coal in the ground But I’m leavin’ this evenin’ on the same tracks I laid downThere’s some boys out in Jersey that are calling me out by name I got a reason to believeI ain’t glory bound anywayAnd if you’re reading this letter tell my mother and my brother that I love ‘em He’s got the better blood of my old man and our cousins But he made a bad deal with some boys out on Oak IslandAnd if he don’t pay they say they’re bound To find him But if I find ‘em on that island first The worst is yet to come ‘Cuz no blood in the mud i’s raised in spends Life on the run And I went to Jay’s tavern and it happens that them boys were there Recognized his backside from the color of our mother’s hair And my brother found another way to make himself a decent little livin’He turned around and found himself a lickin only blood could give him And I told him I was there to keep him clear of that island He said, “I love you Mickey but I found out that I’m them.” And I got some bad blood with some blood out on Oak IslandAnd if he stays I say I am bound to find him But if I find ‘em on that island first The worst is yet to come Cuz no blood in the mud we’s raised in spendsLife on the run.
Zach Bryan - Towers Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | Play me something gentlyI’m across the ocean, missing homeThere are lights on sparklin’ towersThat shine dark when seen aloneSomewhere there’s a mountainthat overlooks the seaI wonder if that mountainhas got more rock than my band and meAnd I ain’t no victim to a naive boy’s dreamsBut i wish you were here nowto see these damned old sparklin’ thingsIt’s a long road to heavenIt’s a far drop to hellI pray we outlive this fountainI reckon time will tellThe stronger folks keep goinNo matter where they’ve beenAnd there are lights on sparklin’ towersThat I’ll never see againI am not the person that I was yesterdayAnd the things I’m seeing nowWill never be the sameDo you think God’s a person?Or the blinking lights?The reflect in her eyes while she walks these streets at nightDo you think God’s a person?Or is he just the sound, of laughter through the walls,In a place I haven’t foundIt’s a long road to heavenIt’s a far drop to hellI pray we out-live this fountainI reckon only time can tellThe stronger folks keep goin’No matter where they’ve beenThere are lights on sparklin’ towersThat I’ll never see againDo you think God’s a person?Or is he just the sound,Of early mornin’ creakin’on some floors way out of townI’m breathing in a lifeAnd my legs are wokin’ fineDo you think God’s a person,Or the slowly-passing time
Zach Bryan - Mechanical Bull Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | Took a few years to get here brotherGreens are greener in the Heat of summerCalmness on this evenin’ Seems a drugGraham and Lucas are Having kids whileSteve’s busy raising hisWhile I climb out a hole I Never dug Likely there’s a spot Twenty minutes or soUsed to get waisted Ridin’ rodeo Now it’s all Mechanical BullAre the old ways dead?Or livin’ in my head There’s a smile on a photo Catchin’ dust In your old A-part-ment Are the old ways dead?Or livin’ in my head?It’s all veneer and up from here So take a rest. So I’ll set off runnin’ Like I said i’s gonna And find another rodeo I’m a mechanical bull Throw a quarter and Watch me go And I get a little sad in the eve’nins Knowin’ I’ll never get a beatin’ Like being young and dumb again In this life’s long rodeo Maybe I’ll move to Texas Let my soul grow bored and restlessAnd learn to rope and ride like Le Gros Maybe I’ll learn the mando-andto pick a banjo tooRide all night on the highways like Two-ShowAre the old ways dead?Livin’ in my head There’s a smile on a photo catchin’ dust in your old A-part-ment Are the old ways dead? Or livin’ in my head? It’s all veneer and up from hereSo take a rest It’s all veneer and up from here So take a restIt’s all veneer and up from here so take a rest Took a few years to get here brother Greens are greener in the heat of summer Calmness on this evenin’ seems a drug
Zach Bryan - Funny Man Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | You know that time goes Right out the windowAnd our heartsThey beat on borrowed timePack the car while the creek’s runnin’ Cast-a-line with the dawn comin’You know I wanna believe in somethin’ Somethin’ like you Reckon God is a funny man For puttin’ beauty in these ugly hands And I don’t quite understand The joke quite yet And it was cold but I was warmer than I’d ever been I’ll get old but I wish I was younger then I reckon god’s gotta be a funny man I do ‘Cuz I got youOne piece in hot beach sand,Make it through to the weekend The shape you take when you sleep-inReckon God is a funny manFor puttin’ beauty in these ugly hands And it was cold but I was warmer than I’ve ever been I get old but I wish was younger then I reckon God’s gotta be a funny man I do ‘Cuz I got youYou know the time goesRight out the windowAnd our hearts They beat on borrowed time So pack the car while the creak’s runnin Cast-a-line with the dawn comin’ You know I wanna believe in somethin’Somethin’ like you
Zach Bryan - The Great American Bar Scene Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | I lost my money to some dirty old bookie Way up in Philly He was a bad manBut you can’t bet your life on the table When you’ve got yourself a bad handSo I went and got my good friend, Mickey, And we made ourselves A bold stand Wound up bleedin’ on the bar floor And we don’t bet on ball no more Where the bets are tough And bartenders mean The Great American Bar Scene My brother from Tulsa Has got himself a warrant but he’s on the run Up in Cheyenne They hemmed me up and asked me some questionsBut I ain’t no damn rat man!Put cuffs on so tight He started bleedin’ From his wrist down through To his right hand Put “State Trooper” on The record machine The Great American Bar Scene Neon lightin’ And wooden floors lightly As her feet quietly Slide across Tough boys have all Came and went She’s heaven sent and I’m At a lossSo if you’ve got the time I’ve got the quarter And a two-steppin’ song Called Heyyy-Porter Why’s love always feel like a fever dream?In The Great American Bar Scene My heart stays hurtin’ And hands stay workin’And I’m still just A sinnin’ man I’ve tried like hell To keep my health Treat others well And understand While life’s unfair, uncertain and meanIn The Great American Bar Scene.
Zach Bryan - Like Ida Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | When you wake in the mornin’ And I’m not by your side Just know that I’m halfway to Dallas I’m stoned out my mind I’m half buzzed bout full time Since you left me to die here last August When you make it to Nashville You can tell by one hat tilt That shit just ain’t my scene I like out of tune guitars And taking jokes too far And my bartender’s Extra Damn MeanSo roll where you’re rollin’ I’ll be prayin’ you’re fineWherever you’re goin’ Stay walkin’ that line ‘Cause they’ll eat and they’ll spit ya’ But ain’t their foolThey don’t know ya like ida Back home on barstools I’m out on the road When I’m goin’ I go I make music with all of my friends I miss your silhouette catchin’ Coastal sunsets And the sound of that Rusty-door-hinge But that day’s bound to come when I finish this runAnd I’m rollin’ right into your armsAnd that bullshit you see on the late-night TVIs a long way from our beatin’ hearts So roll where you’re rollin’ I’ll be prayin’ you’re fineWherever you’re goin’Stay walkin’ that line‘Cause they’ll eat and they’ll spit yaBut you ain’t their fool They don’t know ya like ida Back home on barstoolsSo roll where you’re rollin’ I’ll be prayin you’re fineWherever you’re goin’Stay walkin’ that line‘Cause they’ll spit yaYou ain’t their fool They don’t know ya like Ida Belly-laughin’ on stools
Zach Bryan - Northern Thunder Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | Lovesick, homesick, sick of the road too There’s a reason all them boys back when sang the blues And please don’t ask me how these last years went Mama, I made a million dollars on accident I was supposed to die a military man, Chest out too far with a drink in my hand But I’ve got folks who like hearing me rhyme I think of thunder under metal roofs all the time Why’s everyone acting like they ain’t human?Take me back to green grass and knowin’ what I’s doin ‘Cuz I just need a friend right now Sittin’ close until the daylight’s out It ain’t been my week it ain’t been my year And I hate to admit I just need you here. So close your eyes Do you think of when you’s younger Won’t you rest your mind Smell that Northern Thunder So close your eyes I pray you see those memories The way this life blackens all the things you used to beSo close your eyesDo you think when you’s younger Rest your mind And smell that Northern Thunder Won’t you close your eyes Think of what this used to be The way this life blackens all your younger memories Lovesick, homesick. Sick of the road too There’s a reason all them boys back when sang the blues
Zach Bryan - Sandpaper (feat. Bruce Springsteen) Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | Shape you take when you lay like that Reminds me of a love I’ve never had If loving’s wrong what’s a boy to do I ain’t scared of deathI’m scared of losing youYou ain’t outta my league you’re outta this planet But damnit if you ain’t drilled into my skullTake a trip uptown to clear you out of my mindYou’re like sandpaper the more I try, you bindWinter was a drag but Spring was a friend I’ll love you ‘till the summer comes back again And they’ve been trying to smooth me out For twenty-seven seasons now For twenty-seven seasons When I close my eyes I think of times I could smell and hear that northern thunder Every pine has it’s time To outgrow the rains of days of younger I’ll be still at the cuttin’ millJust make me a roof you can hide under Take a trip uptown to clear you out of my mind You’re like sandpaper The more I try you bindWinter was a drag But Spring was a friend I’ll love you ‘till the summer comes back again And they’ve been trying to smooth me out For twenty-seven seasons now For twenty-seven seasons (Bruce howls) Take a trip uptown to clear you out of my mind You’re like sandpaper The more I try you bindWinter was a drag But spring was a friend I’ll love you till the summer comes back again And they’ve been trying to smooth me out For twenty-seven seasons now For twenty-seven seasons nowFor twenty-seven seasons now
Zach Bryan - American Nights Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | Screen-door cracked The ballgame onMan on the porch singin’ baritoneTan line leads to that gentle place Between her collar bone and her stone-cold faceDock hand boys all say goodbye To the women that they swear Are going to be their wives They’ll be gone by the wintertime And they don’t wanna bother With no friend of mineWet, Hot, American NightsShake your body dry under coastline light Wet, Hot, American NightsWe snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone dryWe snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone dryDavey got back from his first tour He ain’t the same boy that he was before Twenty’s too young to nearly dieAmerican boys are a friend of mine Heard Mary got that jobthat she wanted out of town She was better than the sum of all of us anyhowShe still stops byWhenever she can She’s tougher than my brother With a balled left-handWet, Hot, American NightsShake your body off under coastline light Wet, Hot, American NightsWe snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone dryWe snuck our Fords to the shore and drank a bottle bone dryScreen-door cracked The ballgame onMan on the porch singin’ baritoneTan line leads to that gentle place Between her collar bone and her stone-cold face
Zach Bryan - Bass Boat Zach Bryan 2024-07-04 | My old man bought a big bass boat,When I think of that summer of hope I choke,Cause even if we didn’t catch a little bit of something,We’d park that boat by the bluff at the days innI got a need to find trouble when things are alright,I pine for pain in the morning light,And even with my baby sitting next to me,I’m a self sabotaging suicide machine,And you’re going, going, going,‘Til the Lord calls you home in,Your work boots and your worn coveralls,And you’ll show them, show them, show them, With your high collateral loan on,That home where your children play with dolls,‘Cause I was raised by a woman who was hardly impressed,And I carry that shit real deep in my chest,‘Cause I ain’t ever been one for cheap excuses,And apologies have always been a little late or useless,But if you give me four minutes and a little ‘bit of time,I’ll make them old days an old friend of mine,And I can talk to God and I can pray all day,But you can’t heal something that you never raised,And you’re going, going, going, On Thanksgiving day when, you’re sneaking off to drink some alcohol,And you’ll show them, show them, show them,While you’re kissing all the knees of,Every scrape and every bloody fall,My old man bought a big bass boat,When I think of that summer of hope I choke,Cause even if we didn’t catch a little bit of something,We’d park that boat by the bluff at the days end
Zach Bryan & Noeline Hofmann - Purple Gas Zach Bryan 2024-06-07 | I’ve got plates for Purple GasBout the only break I catch But I am not the kind of man To blame the dealer on a losing hand Have a lone star in my eyeThe darker the sky The brighter it shines Pumpjack cheques and baler twine A ton of grit or maybe it’s spite And if I weren’t a flatland boy I’d say I have a hill A hill that I will die upon if the climb don’t get me killed If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his pride Maybe I’d rest before I died if I weren’t a flatland boy If I weren’t a flatland boy I hammer down, hair straight back The World blurs past, tell me hows it thatMy horizon line’s static I guess at least it’s a sure bet Was taught to not throw the first fist But if you take a hit-Finish that son-of-a-bitch In a life having the upper hand’s a myth Your only fighting chance is too stubborn to quit And if I weren’t a flatland boy I’d say I have a hill A hill that I will die upon if the climb don’t get me killed If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his pride Maybe I’d rest before I died if I weren’t a flatland boy If I weren’t a flatland boy Retired rail ties, point-nine wire, Neighbor kid on the fencin’ pliers Fargo that turns over fine At forty-below if you cuss it right A sly thumb of Rye sometimes Keep a bottle hid with the Bio-Mycin You can dull the edge, you can look ahead But you can’t get there, It goes on forever Oh it just goes on forever You keep your head down, it goes on forever But I’ve got plates for Purple Gas I’ve got plates for Purple Gas
