Zach Bryan Sunday Afternoon
Sunday Afternoon Take me out to see the stars, Ive been dying to The past few weeks Ive given my last ounce of trying too And everything I want to say is always on the tip of my tongue tied, twisted tongue Like how I miss my old friends and the blood rush of being young And Im just gonna be honest for the first time in awhile I miss the way her home smelled, her southern accent, the way she made me smile But now Im coming home, all alone, tired to my bones Country roads treat me fair I havent even seen the gravestone that I paid to have placed there He said son dont you miss that southern sun keeping you warm Before you ever sang a word and the lines of liars formed But those cicadas in the back acres, are waiting on you And every damn word of The Birdhunters still rings true Its kind of odd, finding God, once you get sober I know Im not a good man but I know Im one step closer You seem to know me so well now that Im doing okay
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