Zach Bryan —
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Acordes de guitarra

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© Acordes transcritos por: Elena Ladova // la especialista (https://Muzland.es)
± PPS (tempo): ♩ = 108-110 pulsaciones por minuto

Lyrics an Music by Zach Bryan

Intro: 
  A Eadd11 | F#m7 F#m7 Dmaj D  } ×6

A          Eadd11
You took a train
       F#m7          Dmaj
To the south side of Boston,
    A               Eadd11
You showed me where your
        F#m7   Dmaj
Old man stayed,
     A            Eadd11
Took twenty-eight years
   F#m7        Dmaj
Of blood I was lost in
   A             Eadd11      F#m7 Dmaj
To feel loved on my own birthday.

    A        Eadd11/G#
And I always felt
         F#m7       Dmaj
Like I’s in between something,
     A            Eadd11/G#  F#m7 Dmaj
Like home and somewhere far away,
    A               Eadd11/G#
But tonight, on the west side
     F#m7       Dmaj
In a bar out in Brooklyn
  A         Eadd11/G#
I saw tears outline
     F#m7 Dmaj | Dadd9
Your face.

Chorus:
   F#m             E
     How lucky are we?
                           A
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                A/C#      D   Dadd9
     But you’re all grown now.

   F#m                     E
     There’s smoke seeping out
                    A
     Of your bloody teeth,
                A/C#    D    Dadd9
     But you’re home somehow.

Instrumental: 
  F#m | E | A A/C# | D Dadd9
  F#m | E | A A/C# | D

    A         Eadd11
And I’ll be upstairs
         F#m7       Dmaj
With the guitar I’s given,
     A     Eadd11     F#m7 Dmaj
When I was barely fourteen,
A          Eadd11     F#m7   Dmaj
When did McGlinchey’s get so crowded
    A           Eadd11
And why are the crowds
        F#m7   Dmaj
So damn green?

A         Eadd11/G#
I lost my mind
       F#m7           Dmaj
On the streets of the city,
    A       Eadd11/G#    F#m7 Dmaj
And maybe I lost all hope too.
     A            Eadd11/G#
Took twenty-eight years
   F#m7          Dmaj
Of blood pumping through me,
   A           Eadd11/G#
To get to this evening
     F#m7 Dmaj | Dadd9
With you.

Chorus:
   F#m             E
     How lucky are we?
                           A
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                A/C#      D   Dadd9
     But you’re all grown now.

   F#m                     E
     There’s smoke seeping out
                         A
     Of the bar down the street,
               A/C#    D    Dadd9
     But we’re home somehow.

Instrumental: 
  F#m | E | A A/C# | D Dadd9
  F#m | E | A A/C# | D

   F#m             E
     How lucky are we?
                           A
     It’s been a hell of a week,
                A/C#      D   Dadd9
     But you’re all grown now.

   F#m                     E
     There’s smoke seeping out
                         A
     Of the bar down the street,
               A/C#     D   Dadd9
     But we’re home somehow.

Instrumental: 
  F#m | E | A A/C# | D Dadd9
  F#m | E | A A/C# | D

A          Eadd11
You took a train
       F#m           D
To the south side of Boston,
    A               Eadd11
You showed me where your
            F#m    Dmaj
Whole heart stayed,
     A            Eadd11
Took twenty-eight years
   F#m           D
Of blood pumping through me
   A             Eadd11      F#m Dmaj
To feel loved on my own birthday.