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Zach Bryan

Jake's Piano - Long Island

 

Jake's Piano - Long Island

(álbum: Zach Bryan - 2023)


I finally quit smoking cigarettes
And I don't go downtown drinking 'til it's dawn
The best parts of you are here, but you're still gone
And, Lord, I've been trying to smile like you told me
Laugh like the old me, it comes out all wrong
The best parts of you are here, but you're still gone

And I still tie that double knot
The one you taught, that gets caught on the banks
The best parts of you are here, but you still ain't

I finally quit smoking cigarettes
And I don't go downtown drinking 'til it's dawn
The best parts of you are here but you're still gone

I heard your father got sick of Long Island
I've been trying like hell to call
My mind ain't well and I just can't tell you why
I heard they shut down the old bar we'd go to when we needed rest
We'd always stay out too late Tuesday nights
You said I was the perfect gentleman
You used to hold me by my gentle hands
These ain't the hopeful hands you held before
And I've been drinking so much lately, it seems a damn double blade
'Cause when I'm drunk I dream you're dancing down the shore

I heard your father got sick on Long Island
I've been trying like hell to call
My mind ain't well and I just can't tell you why
I heard they shut the old bar we'd go to, when we needed rest
We'd always stay out too late Tuesday nights

I heard your father got sick on Long Island
I've been trying like hell to call
My mind ain't well and I just can't tell you why
I heard they shut the old bar we'd go to, when we needed rest
We'd always stay out too late Tuesday nights

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