Zach Bryan – Screen Door (Guitar)

    C                    F                  C
I need the heat of the sun in my mind I’m young

                   G                            F
Sitting on the porch swing singing songs to you

                                                C
We’re back down south you say boy watch your mouth

           G                       F
As it slips out a curse word or two

                                C
That old smack on a wooden frame

                  G                    F
Cicadas on the wind and a sudden rain

                            C
What I’d give for another day

               G             C
With you just a screen door away

F                                       C
  And I can smell what’s cooking in side

                      G              F
You’re humming the chorus of some hymnal

                     C
Heavens not far behind

            G                         F
Creaking hinges to a house so packed full

                                      C
There’s moments in the windows and walls

            G               F
There’s no telling what I’d say

                         C          G                   F
Oh If you were just a phone call or a screen door away

Am                         C                 G
   I need the heat of the sun I’ve grown so numb

               F
Not having anyone to sing to

                  Am                          G
All the doors around are ninety feet off the ground

               F               F
And not one of them are see through

                                              C
We’re back down south you say boy watch your mouth

       G                           F
As it slips out a curse word or two

                  G                  F
Cicadas on the wind and a sudden rain

                           C
What I’d give for another day

               G             C
With you just a screen door away

F                                      C
  And I can smell what’s cooking in side

                      G             F
You’re humming the chorus of some hymnal

                   C
Heavens not far behind

              G                          F
Creaking hinges to a house so packed full

                                    C
There’s moments in the windows and walls

            G               F
There’s no telling what I’d say

                            C        G                   F
Oh If you were just a phone call or a screen door away

Am                          C               G
   I need the heat of the sun I’ve grown so numb

           F                 F
Not having anyone to sing to

                  Am                          G
All the doors around are ninety feet off the ground

                  F            F
And not one of them are see through