Pink Skies Acordes por Zach Bryan

[Start]

[Verse]
F C Am7 G F C
■ ■ ■   ■ ■ ■
Am G F
■  ■ ■
             C             Am      G
The kids are in town for a funeral ■
F             C                Am   G
■ So pack the car and dry your eyes ■
C F                 C         Am                  G  
■ ■ I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em
F            C            Am        
■ And plenty nights under pink skies
G                      
You taught 'em to enjoy
F C Am7 G F
■ ■ ■   ■ ■
             C               Am     
So clean the house clear the drawers
        G            F   
Mop the floors stand tall
              C         Am  
Like no one's ever been here
G            F  
Before or at all
              C               Am    
And don't you mention all the inches
         G              F        
That are scraped on the doorframe
       C        Am     
We all know you tiptoed
               G       F     
Up to four'one back in 'eight


[Chorus]
                     Am           G    
If you could see 'em now you'd be proud
          C            F      
But you'd think they's yuppies
     Am          G        
Your funeral was beautiful
          C               
I bet God heard you comin'
F Am Am7 G C F
■ ■  ■   ■ ■ ■
Am Am7 G F
■  ■   ■ ■


[Verse]
             C             Am      G
The kids are in town for a funeral ■
F         C                    Am  
■ And the grass all smells the same
               G              F       
As the day you broke your arm swingin'
        C              Am7   G
On that kid out on the river ■
F                C                Am   
■ You bailed him out never said a thing
                   G              
About Jesus or the way he's livin'


[Chorus]
F                                Am G    
■ If you could see 'em now you'd be proud
                       C       F
But you'd think they's yuppies ■
                 C         G
Your funeral was beautiful ■
                    F     
I bet God heard you comin'
G C F Am G C
■ ■ ■ ■  ■ ■
F                              G       
If you could see 'em now you'd be proud
                       Am      F
But you'd think they's yuppies ■
                 Am        G
Your funeral was beautiful ■
                    F     
I bet God heard you comin'
Am G C F Am7 G F
■  ■ ■ ■ ■   ■ ■


[Outro]
                C          Am     
The kids are in town for a funeral
F                     C        Am  
■ So pack the car and dry your eyes
G F                        C Am                      Bm7
■ ■ I know they got plenty ■ young blood left in 'em ■  
G                   C       Am        
■ And plenty nights ■ under pink skies
           G      F    
You taught 'em to enjoy


[End]