Zach Bryan - High road

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^Fmaj7She’s bound to come back and ^Chaunt you forever There's ^Gghosts in the windows and ^Amwalls I'vе ^Fmaj7waited by the telеphone ^Call fuckin' night For ^Gsomeone that ain't ever gonna ^Amcall

^CRemember tellin' ^Gme I was ^Fmaj7gonna hit the big time You ^Cdied, guess you ^Gtold God it was ^Fmaj7true Re^Cmember sittin' ^Gon your porch, you ^Fmaj7talked about your old regrets In ^CTulsa while the ^Gbad things took your ^Fmaj7brain It ^Cseems the ^Gquiet dreams have ^Fmaj7gotten much too heavy But I'm ^Chome now and I’ll ^Ghold you through ^Fmaj7the pain

^Fmaj7She’s bound to come back and ^Chaunt you forever There's ^Gghosts in the windows and ^Amwalls I'vе ^Fmaj7waited by the telеphone ^Call fuckin' night For ^Gsomeone that ain't ever gonna ^Amcall

^Fmaj7She’s bound to come back and ^Chaunt you forever There's ^Gghosts in the windows and ^Amwalls I'vе ^Fmaj7waited by the telеphone ^Call fuckin' night For ^Gsomeone that ain't ever gonna ^Amcall

^CAdderall and ^Gwhite-lace bras that ^Fmaj7makes you fall in love You ^Cleft your blue ^Gjeans in my pickup ^Fmaj7truck ^CNew York this ^Gtime of year ^Fmaj7ain't good for me ’Cause ^Call my friends lack ^Gself-control and ^Fmaj7empathy