River Washed Hair Tabulatur von Zach Bryan

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Remember when we’d sit around an ol’ fire
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And you’d get your guitar out to sing
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We’d sing CCR, “Jersey Giant,” “Don’t Look Back in Anger”
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Or anything by Bruce Springsteen

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Back when ol’ Anna would throw her ol’ hands up
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With her face framed by the fire
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And it got so late, we’d take hits from a joint
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Mistake shootin’ stars for telephone wires

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And now I’ve grown partial to havin’ a heart full
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Of memories I cannot bear
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The girls in summer clothes and Lord knows the soft scent
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Of her long, dark, river-washed hair

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[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
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And I think I might pack a bag in the night
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Find me some small town out west
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Start over, find closure and just say “I’m sorry”
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To that sweet girl who tore off that dress

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The way the moon’s crestin’ over green pines
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Restin’ next to that coastline I rode
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It made me think of you in the dirt out in Santa Fe
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And all of the good times I stole

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Remember when Shawn was drunk quotin’ Kerouac
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Remember when Steve quit the band
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I don’t know nothin’, but if I knew somethin’
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I’d know that I’ve helped all I can

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[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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I think it’s about time that I sever it
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You’d never look more needy or desperate
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And I’ve never been more worried about
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The state of the world, angry girl

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The time just stays passin’, I think of my dad
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When the Army-Navy game’s on
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And every night, I wonder if he’s proud of the man
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Who threw fists that late night in his lawn

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I don’t like bein’ famous, they tame you then paint you
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As someone that you’ve never been
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And I’m pissed my mama can’t see me singin’
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For this crowd out in deep Michigan

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And I’ll leave you with somethin’, don’t leave with nothin’
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Be safe on your long drive home
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There ain’t nothin’ in this poor man’s apartment
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Apart from bein’ alone

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And I wish you were around this time of year
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Every time they drop that ball
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Drinkin’ parking-lot beers while the fire disappears
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Over Times Square and Webster Hall