Zach Bryan
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Lyrics:
Plucked strings on porches
A poor boy's choir
My blood's at a boil
There ain't no fire
I just love the way the light beams in
But I got bad news, I'm fearing Friday again
Choking on some bourbon when you roll up
Said, "Boy, you got a face it, you's ain't that tough"
There's a house hoppin' on the edge of town
I'm revved up, thirsty, and ready to drown
I got a fear, dear, that it's gonna end
Won't you get angry at me?
Say you love me again
I got a fear, dear, that it's a Friday spark
You only love me like you mean it
When it's after dark
Woo
We can hide out tonight, out
Where the trees get clear
Those please-you-eyes
Are a man's worst fear
There's a namesake on your heart's gravestone
Saturday's coming, I fear I'm waking alone
I got a fear, dear, that it's gonna end
Won't you get angry at me?
Say you love me again
I got a fear, dear, that it's a Friday spark
You only love me like you mean it
When it's after dark
I got a fear, dear, that it's gonna end
Won't you get angry at me?
Say you love me again
I got a fear, dear, that it's a Friday spark
You only love me like you mean it
When it's after dark
Chart History | |
Chart Date | Position |
2023-09-09 | 24 |
2023-09-16 | 48 |
2023-09-23 | 75 |
Peak Position: #24
Number of Weeks on Chart: 3