Karaoké River Washed Hair Zach Bryan

Remember when we'd sit around an ol' fire and you'd get your guitar out to sing

We'd sing CCR, Jersey Giant

Don't Look Back in Anger or anything by Bruce Springsteen

Back when ol' Anna would throw her ol' hands up with her face framed by the fire

And it got so late we'd take hits from a joint

Mistake shootin' stars for telephone wire

And now I've grown partial to havin' a heart full of memories I cannot bear

The girls in summer clothes and Lord knows the soft scent of her long, dark river-washed hair

And I think I might pack a bag in the night

Find me some small town out west

Start over, find closure and just say I'm sorry to that sweet girl who tore off that dress

The way the moon was crestin' over green pines restin' next to that coastline I rode

It made me think of you in the dirt out in Santa Fe and all of the good times I stole

Remember when Sean was drunk quotin' Kerouac

Remember when Steve quit the band

I don't know nothin' but if I knew somethin'

I'd know that I've helped all I can

I think it's about time that I sever it

You've never looked more needy or desperate

And I've never been more worried about the state of the world angry girl

The time just stays passin'

I think of my dad when the Army and Navy games on

And every night I wonder if he's proud of the man who threw fists that late night in his lawn

I don't like bein' famous

They tame you then paint you as someone that you've never been

And I'm pissed that my mama can't see me singin' for this crowd out in deep

Michigan

And I'll leave you with somethin'

Don't leave with nothin'

Be safe on your long drive home

There ain't nothin' in this poor man's apartment apart from bein' alone

And I wish you were around this time of year every time they drop that ball

Drinkin' parkin' lot beers while the fire disappears over Times Square and Webster Hall