Karaoke 28 Zach Bryan

You took a train to the south-side of Boston

You showed me where your old man stayed

Took twenty-eight years of blood I was lost in to feel loved on my own birthday

And I always felt like I was in-between somethin' like home and somewhere far away

But tonight on the West side in a bar out in Brooklyn

I saw tears outline your face

How lucky are we

It's been a hell of a week but you're all grown now

There's smoke seepin' out of your bloody teeth but you're home somehow

And I'll be upstairs with the guitar I was given when I was barely fourteen

When did McGlinchey's get so crowded and why are the crowds so damn green

I lost my mind on the streets of the city and maybe I lost all hope too

Took twenty-eight years of blood pumpin' through me to get to this evenin' with you

How lucky are we

It's been a hell of a week but we're all grown now

There's smoke seepin' out of the bar down the street but we're home somehow

How lucky are we

It's been a hell of a week and we're all grown now

There's smoke seepin' out of the bar down the street but we're home somehow

You took a train to the south-side of Boston

You showed me where your whole heart stayed

Took twenty-eight years of blood pumpin' through me to feel loved on my own birthday