Zach Bryan
Compositeur

Américain

When you wake in the morning and I’m not by your side,
just know that I’m halfway to Dallas,
I’m stoned out my mind, I’m half buzzed ‘bout full time since you left me to die here last August,
When you make it to Nashville, you can tell by one hat tilt, that that shit just ain’t my scene,
I like out of tune guitars, taking jokes too far and my bartenders extra damn mean,

So roll where you’re rolling,
I’ll be praying you’re fine,
Wherever you’re going,
Stay walking that line,
‘Cause they’ll eat and they’ll spit ya’,
But you’re not their fool,
They don’t know ya’ like ida,
Back home on barstools,

I’m out on the road, when I’m going I go,
I make music with all of my friends,
I miss your silhouette, catching coastal sunsets,
And the sound of that rusty door hinge,
But that days bound to come when I finish this run,
And I’m rolling right into your arms,
And that bullshit you see on the late night TV
is a long way from our beating hearts,

So roll where you’re rolling,
I’ll be praying you’re fine,
Go where you’re going,
Stay walking that line,
‘Cause they’ll eat and they’ll spit ya’,
But you ain’t their fool,
They don’t know ya’ like ida,
Back home on barstools,

So roll where you’re rolling,
I’ll be praying you’re fine,
Wherever you’re going,
Stay walking that line,
‘Cause they’ll eat and they’ll spit ya’,
But you ain’t their fool,
They don’t know ya’ like ida,
Back home on barstools

Best guitarist of all time, member of the band: Chris Braun

I saw you in my dreams last night,
You had a vandal grin framed by a suit and tie,
You were saying you were out of here,
With you breath framed by cocaine and beer,

Who’d of thought, she would ruin you,
Leave your whole damn family in shambles too,
I got a call from your mom months back,
Saying I wish he didn’t leave town like that,

Loves gonna’ bring you home,
Even God didn’t see it comin’,
But no matter where you’re at,
We’ll always find the way back,
We’ll always find the way back,
We’ll always find the way back,

Toking poison to some Killers song,
Your old man’s trans am in Kodachrome,
Bumper sticker to the back right,
State champs ‘83 through ‘85

She’s smoking cigarettes in the kitchen,
Tom and Jerry’s on the front room television,
She always sat under the oak tree,
Saying God I miss the old me,

Loves gonna’ bring you home,
Even God didn’t see it comin’,
But no matter where you’re at,
We’ll always find the way back,
We’ll always find the way back,
We’ll always find the way back,

Saw you in my dreams last night,
You had a vandal grin framed by a suit and tie,
Toking poison to some Killers song,
Your old man’s trans am in Kodachrome,
Your old man’s trans am in Kodachrome,
Your old man’s trans am in Kodachrome