Pink Skies - Zach Bryan | Guitar Chords

[Intro]
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F   | C   | Am7 | G/B | F | C 
Am7 | G/B 

[Verse 1]
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F              C              Am7  G/B
 The kids are in town for a funeral
F               C
 So pack the car and dry your eyes
Am7 G/B F                C            Am7              G/B
          I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em 
F                 C        Am7          G/B
 And plenty nights under pink skies you taught 'em to enjoy
F | C | Am7 | G/B 

[Verse 2]
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F                   C                  Am7           G/B
 So clean the house, clear the drawers,   mop the floors, stand tall
F                  C         Am7      G/B
 Like no one's ever been here   before    or at all
F                C              Am7                G/B
 And don't you mention all the inches that are scraped on the doorframe
F           C           Am7          G/B
 We all know you tiptoed   up to 4'1"    back in '08

[Chorus (1)]
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F                         Am7
 If you could see 'em now,   you'd be proud
G/B             C
    But you'd think they's yuppies
F            Am7
 Your funeral   was beautiful
G/B             C
    I bet God heard you comin'
F | Am7 | G/B | C | F | Am7 | G/B | C 

[Verse 3]
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F              C              Am7  G/B
 The kids are in town for a funeral
F           C                   Am7                  G/B
 And the grass all smells the same as the day you broke  your arm swingin'
F          C            Am7  G/B
 On that kid out on the river
F                C                   Am7                   G/B
 You bailed him out, never said a thing about Jesus or the way he's livin'

[Chorus (2)]
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F                         Am7
 If you could see 'em now,   you'd be proud
G/B             C
    But you'd think they's yuppies
F            C
 Your funeral was beautiful
G/B             Am7
    I bet God heard you comin'
F | Am7 | G/B | C | F | Am7 | G/B | C 
F                         C
 If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
G/B             Am7
    But you'd think they's yuppies
F            Am7
 Your funeral   was beautiful
G/B             C
    I bet God heard you comin'
F | Am7 | G/B | C | F | Am7 | G/B | C 

[Verse 4]
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F              C              Am7  G/B
 The kids are in town for a funeral
F               C
 So pack the car and dry your eyes
Am7 G/B F                C           Am7               G/B
          I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em 
F                 C        Am7          G/B               F
 And plenty nights under pink skies you taught 'em to enjoy

[Break]
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F | C | Am7 | G/B | F | C | Am7 | G/B 

[Verse 5]
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F                    C
 They call your hats, a race to claim
Am7           G/B
   Like who gets  to ride shotgun
F                  C          Am7
 Your pocket knife, it went missing
             G/B
I think we know  who got that one
F               C
 You used to let her cut the ribbons
Am7        G/B
   On all of   her own presents
F             C                  Am7
 It made me nervous, but now I see  
           G/B
We just taught different lessons