Zach Bryan - River washed hair

^C/GRemember when we’d sit around an ol’ fire And you’d ^Gget your guitar out to sing We’d sing ^FCCR, Jersey Giant, Don’t Look Back in Anger, or ^C/Ganything by Bruce Spring^Gsteen ^C/GBack when ol’ Anna would throw her ol’ hands up with ^Gher face framed by the fire And ^Fit got so late we’d take hits from a joint mistake ^C/Gshooting stars for telephone w^Gire Now ^C/GI’ve grown partial to having a heart full of ^Gmemories I cannot bear Them ^Fgirls in summer clothes and Lord knows the soft scent of her ^C/Glong dark river-washed ^Ghair

And ^C/GI think I might pack a bag in the night. Find me ^Gsome small town out west. Start ^Fover, find closure, and just say I'm sorry to that ^C/Gsweet girl who tore off that ^Gdress. The ^C/Gway the moon's cresting over green pines resting next ^Gto that coastline I rode. It ^Fmade me think of you in the dirt out in Santa Fe and ^C/Gall of the good times I ^Gstole. ^C/GRemember when Shawn was drunk quotin' Kerouac Re^Gmember when Steve quit the band? ^FI don't know nothing but if I knew something I'd ^C/Gknow that I've helped all I ^Gcan.

^C/GI think it's about time that I sever it ^GYou've never looked more needy or desperate And ^FI've never been more worried about The ^C/Gstate of the world, angry ^Ggirl. The ^C/Gtime just stays passing, I think of my dad when the ^GArmy and Navy game's on. And ^Fevery night I wonder if he's proud of the man who threw ^C/Gfists that late night in his l^Gawn. I don't ^C/Glike being famous, they tame you then paint you. As ^Gsomeone that you've never been. And I'm ^Fpissed my mama can't see me singin' for this ^C/Gcrowd out in deep Michi^Ggan. And I'll ^C/Gleave you with something, don't leave with nothing Be ^Gsafe on your long drive home. There ain't ^Fnothing in this poor man's apartment, ^C/Gapart from being a^Glone. And ^C/GI wish you were around this time of year, ^GEvery time they drop that ball. Drinking ^Fparking lot beers while the fire disappears over ^C/GTimes Square and Webster ^GHall