Pink Skies
Zach Bryan
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Pink Skies Song LyricsThe kids are in town for a funeral
So pack the car and dry your eyes
I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em
And plenty nights under pink skies
You taught 'em to enjoy
So clean the house, clear the drawers
Mop the floors, stand tall
Like no one's ever been here before or at all
And don't you mention all the inches
That are scraped on the door frame
We all know you tiptoed up to 4'1" back in '08
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
But you'd think they's yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet God heard you coming
The kids are in town for a funeral
And the grass all smells the same
As the day you broke your arm swingin'
On that kid out on the river
You bailed him out
Never said a thing about Jesus or the way he's living
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
But you'd think they's yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
Bet God heard you coming
(Strum it!)
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
But you'd think they's yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet God heard you coming
The kids are in town for a funeral
So pack the car and dry your eyes
I know they got of plenty young blood left in 'em
And plenty nights under pink skies
You taught 'em to enjoy
They call your hats a race to claim
Like who gets to ride shotgun
Your pocket knife, it went missing
I think we know who got that one
You used to let her cut the ribbons
On all of her own presents
It made me nervous, but now I see
We just taught different lessons
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