Zach Bryan – River Washed Hair (Guitar)

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Remember when we’d sit around an ol’ fire

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And you’d get your guitar out to sing

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We’d sing CCR, Jersey Giant, Don’t Look Back in Anger, or anything by Bruce Springsteen

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Back when ol’ Anna would throw her ol’ hands up with her face framed by the fire

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And it got so late we’d take hits from a joint mistake shooting stars for telephone wire

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Now I’ve grown partial to having a heart full of memories I cannot bear

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Them girls in summer clothes and Lord knows the soft scent of her long dark river-washed hair

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And I think I might pack a bag in the night.

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Find me some small town out west.

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Start over, find closure, and just say

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I'm sorry to that sweet girl who tore off that dress.

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The way the moon's cresting over green pines resting

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next to that coastline I rode.

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It made me think of you in the dirt out in Santa Fe

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and all of the good times I stole.

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Remember when Shawn was drunk quotin' Kerouac

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Remember when Steve quit the band?

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I don't know nothing but if I knew something

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I'd know that I've helped all I can.

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I think it's about time that I sever it

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You've never looked more needy or desperate

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And I've never been more worried about

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The state of the world, angry girl.

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The time just stays passing, I think of my dad 

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when the Army and Navy game's on.

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And every night I wonder if he's proud of the man 

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who threw fists that late night in his lawn.

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I don't like being famous, they tame you then paint you.

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As someone that you've never been.

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And I'm pissed my mama can't see me singin'

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for this crowd out in deep Michigan.

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And I'll leave you with something, don't leave with nothing

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Be safe on your long drive home.

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There ain't nothing in this poor man's apartment, apart from being alone.

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And I wish you were around this time of year,

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Every time they drop that ball.

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Drinking parking lot beers while the fire disappears

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over Times Square and Webster Hall