Karaoke Pink Skies Zach Bryan

The 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 doorframe

We all know you tiptoed up to four-one back in O-eight

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 comin'

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 livin'

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 comin'

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 comin'

The kids are in town for a funeral

So pack the car and dry your eyes

I know they got plenty young blood left in 'em

And plenty nights under pink skies you taught 'em to enjoy