Motorcycle Drive By Lyrics – Zach Bryan
It’s a motorcycle drive by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think it’s about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn *** hopes
Country boys don’t die alone
Reading poetry under shade trees
That woman, she’s my baby
I will be in Richmond by tonight
With so much shame inside me
I just want to hide me
But they want to hear me sing my songs under lights
It’s a motorcycle drive by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think it’s about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn *** hopes
The country boys don’t die alone
Everyday’s so fleeting and I have been trying to save it while I can
The look on her face, all these hot humid days
And the boys in my damn band
It’s a motorcycle drive by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think it’s about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn *** hopes
Country boys don’t die alone
Reading poetry under shade trees
That woman, she’s my baby
I will be in Richmond by tonight
With so much shame inside me
I just want to hide me
They want to hear me sing my songs under lights