Zach Bryan

High Roads

Zach Bryan

Accords de guitare Easy level Facile
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Intro 
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Adderall and white-lace bras that makes you fall in love 
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You left your blue jeans in my pickup truck 
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New York this time of year ain't good for me 
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’Cause all my friends lack self-control and empathy 
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All the boys are crawlin' in some shithole in the wall again 
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I missed this place more than I missed my home 
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Everyone is tellin' me that I need help or therapy 
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But all I need is to be left alone 


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She’s bound to come back and haunt you forever 
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There's ghosts in the windows and walls 
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I'v waited by the telphone all fuckin' night 
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For someone that ain't ever gonna call 


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Remember tellin' me I was gonna hit the big time 
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You died, guess you told God it was true 
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Remember sittin' on your porch, you talked about your old regrets 
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In Tulsa while the bad things took your brain 
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It seems the quiet dreams have gotten much too heavy 
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But I'm home now and I’ll hold you through the pain 


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She’s bound to come back and haunt you forever 
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There's ghosts in the windows and walls 
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I’ve waited by the telephone all fuckin' night 
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For someone that ain't ever gonna call 


Instrumental Break 
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D                            Bm 
She's bound to come back and haunt you forever 
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There’s ghosts in the windows and walls 
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I'm waitin' by the telephone all fuckin' night 
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Someone that ain't ever gonna call 

Outro 
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Adderall and white-lace bras that'll makes you fall in love 
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You left your blue jeans in my pickup truck 
D 
New York this time of year ain't good for me 
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'Cause all my friends lack self-control and empathy
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