Zach Bryan - Pink skies

^FThe kids are ^Cin town for a ^Amfuneral^{G F}So, pack the ^Ccar and dry your ^Ameyes ^{G F}I know they got ^Cplenty of ^Amyoung blood left ^Gin 'em ^FAnd plenty ^Cnights u^Amnder pink skies ^GYou taught 'em to ^Fenjoy

^FSo, clean the ^Chouse, clear the ^Amdrawers Mop the flo^Gors, stand tall ^FLike no one's ^Cever been ^Amhere before^G or at all ^FAnd don't ^Cyou mention ^Amall the inches ^GThat are scraped on the door frame ^FWe all know^C you tip toed^Am up to 4'1^G back in '08

^FIf you could see 'em^Am now, you'd be p^Groud But you'd ^Cthink they's yuppies ^FYour funeral^Am was beautif^Gul I bet God^C heard you coming

^FThe kids are ^Cin town for a ^Amfuneral^{G F}And the grass ^Call smells the ^Amsame as the day you ^Gbroke your arm swingin'

^FOn that ^Ckid out on ^Amthe river ^{G F}You bailed him ^Cout, never said a ^Amthing about Jesus or the ^Gway he's living

^FIf you could see 'em^C now, you'd be ^Amproud But you'd ^Gthink they's yuppies ^FYour funeral^C was beauti^Amful I bet God^G heard you coming

^FIf you could see 'em^Am now, you'd be p^Groud But you'd ^Cthink they's yuppies ^FYour funeral^A was beauti^Gful I bet God^C heard you coming

^F*The kids are^C* in town for a^Am* funera^Gl ^F*So, pack the ^C*car and dry your ^Am*eyes ^{G F*}I know they got ^C*plenty of ^Am*young blood left ^Gin 'em ^F*And plenty ^C*nights u^Am*nder pink skies ^G*You taught 'em to ^F*enjoy