Pink Skies Lyrics by 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 4’1″ back in ’08
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 smells all the same
As the day you broke your arm swinging
On that kid out on the river
You bailed them 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 of young blood left in ’em
And plenty nights under pink skies
You taught ’em to enjoy