[Part I]
[Verse 1: Zach Bryan]
The kids are in town for a funeral
So pack the car and dry your eyes
I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em
And plenty nights under pink skies you taught 'em to enjoy
[Verse 2: Zach Bryan]
So clean the house, clear the drawers, mop the floors, stand tall
Like no one's ever been here before or at all
And don't you mention all the inches that are scraped on the door frame
We all know you tiptoed up to 4'1" back in '08
[Chorus: Zach Bryan & Watchhouse, Zach Bryan]
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
But you'd think they's yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet God heard you comin'
[Verse 3: Zach Bryan]
The kids are in town for a funeral
And the grass all smells the same as the day you broke your arm swingin'
On that kid out on the river
You bailed him out, never said a thing about Jesus or the way he's livin'
[Chorus: Zach Bryan & Watchhouse, Zach Bryan]
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
But you'd think they's yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet God heard you comin'
[Interlude: Zach Bryan]
(Strum it)
[Chorus: Zach Bryan & Watchhouse]
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
But you'd think they's yuppies
Your funeral was beautiful
I bet God heard you comin'
[Outro: Zach Bryan, Zach Bryan & Watchhouse]
The kids are in town for a funeral
So pack the car and dry your eyes
I know they got plenty young blood left in 'em
And plenty nights under pink skies you taught 'em to enjoy
[Part II]
[Verse: Watchhouse]
Recall your hats, erase the claim like who gets to ride shotgun
Your pocket knife, it went missin', I think we know who got that one
You used to let her cut the ribbons on all of her own presents
It made me nervous, but now I see we're just taught different lessons
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