pink skies (sped up)

作曲：Zach Bryan

The kids are in town for a funeral

So pack the car and dry your eyes

Of young blood left denim

And plenty nights under pink skies

You taught them 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 is scraped on the door frame

We all know you're tiptoed up to four

One back in the way

If you could see him now you'd be proud

But you'd take days your peace

Your funeral is 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 harm

Swinging on that kid out on the river

You bail him out

Never said a thing about jesus or the way he's livin'

If you could see him now you'd be proud

But you'd think that he's your peace

Your funeral is beautiful

I bet god heard you comin'

If you could see him now you'd be proud

But you'd think days up his

Your funeral is beautiful

I bet god heard you coming

For a funeral

So pack the car and dry your eyes

I know they got plenty young blood left in them

And plenty nights under pink skies

You taught them to enjoy