Karaoké Motorcycle Drive By Zach Bryan

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One two

It's a motorcycle drive by

Baby dry your kind eyes

I think it's about time we headed home

Walkin' on such tight rope with my damn high hopes

Country boys don't die alone

Readin' 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 wanna hide me but they wanna 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

Walkin' on such tight rope with my damn high hopes

The country boys don't die alone

Everyday's so fleetin' and I have been tryin' 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

Walkin' on such tight rope with my damn high hopes

Country boys don't die alone

Readin' 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 wanna hide me

They wanna hear me sing my songs under lights