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28 - Zach Bryan

Lyrics by：Zach Bryan

Produced by：Zach Bryan

You took a train to 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

I always felt like I's in between somethin'

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 we're all grown now

There's smoke seepin' out of your bloody teeth

But you're home somehow

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

Maybe I lost all hope too

Took twenty-eight years of blood pumpin' 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 your bloody teeth

But you're home somehow

How lucky are we

It's been a hell of a week but we're all grown now

There's smoke seepin' out of your bloody teeth

But you're home somehow

You took a train to the south side of Boston

You showed me where your old heart stayed

Took twenty-eight years of blood pumping through me

To feel loved on my own birthday