Zach Bryan - Boys Of Faith Lyrics
Nine Ball
I don't wanna bet but my father wrote a check
That I bet his ass could never cash
He's betting on the eight ball landing in the side wall
Cold blooded killer if you ask
But every night he needs me to land himself a red three
Corner pocket at 12 AM
Only twelve years old but I got a hold of a pole stick
I was gifted from him
My father is a betting man
But I got myself a steady hand
He's sitting in the corner with a six pack of Corona
Betting that his son'll win again
Go bet another six pack
Bet I make comeback
I know that this table's got a lean
Won't you take me fishin'? And I wanna try out
For the seventh grade football team
You'll probably be nothing but the town's old drunkard
And die on a smoke stained stool
Right now he's got a bargain that he's taken too far
On his boys game of nine-ball pool
My father was a betting man
But I got myself a steady hand
He's sitting in the corner with a six pack of Corona
Betting that his son'll win again
My father was a betting man
My father was a betting man
But I got myself a steady hand
He's sitting in the corner with a six pack of Corona
Betting that his son'll win again
I don't wanna bet but my daddy wrote a check
That I bet his ass could never cash
He's betting on the eight ball landing in the side wall
Cold-blooded killer if you ask
Writer: Zachary Lane Bryan
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Sarahs Place
Road dogs are built for sleepin' in
I've been up since 4 AM
At your worst, you're better than my better days
There ain't been no sun in LA
Since you moved out of Sarah's place
I love your mother's stories 'bout you as a kid
I heard you scored a job in the east village
While working for some folks who don't know your name
Well, ain't you gonna miss all of them wasted days?
We'd sit around, drinkin' out at Sarah's place
Don't come back lover, I'm proud you're under the skyline
We always knew you were the better half of our good times
Those backyard lights don't shine as bright without your face
Out at Sarah's Place
And you called to talk just last week
I'm still fallin' apart like I'll always be
And your picnic chair is still sittin' there in the yard
And I had to sell my old guitar
But don't come back lover, I'm proud you're under the skyline
We always knew you were the better half of our good times
Those backyard lights don't shine as bright without your face
Out at Sarah's Place
You'll always be a piece of mine, a piece of mine
We drove that road we know at least a million times
I'm so damn tired of seeing that empty drive
Out at Sarah's Place
Don't come back lover, I'm proud you're under the skyline
We always knew you were the better half of our good times
Those backyard lights don't shine as bright without your face
Out at Sarah's Place
Hey
Plane tickets have gotten awfully expensive
But I got mine for the price of a Gibson
Writer: Zachary Lane Bryan
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Boys of Faith
High tide, it's been risin' up
I've been gettin' up with some boys I used to know
We're tryin' to get our pockets up
This year has just been movin' f*ckin' slow
You were comin' out to Pineville, it was freezin' cold
I'm gettin' old by the day
You said it gave your heart somethin' to believe in
'Cause boys like us fade away
But you stuck around when I was down
And I'll owe you all my days
Them boys of faith
Them boys of faith
High tide, it's been risin' up
I've been gettin' up with some boys I used to know
We're tryin' to get our pockets up
This year has just been movin' f*ckin' slow
You were takin' photos of me in Kentucky
Sayin' we were lucky for the light
Who've thought those things would find a billboard
Way out in New York at night
Thinkin' of the times that you didn't bat an eye
All those of times have shaped
Them boys of faith
Them boys of faith
High tide, it's been risin' up
I've been gettin' up with some boys I used to know
We're tryin' to get our pockets up
This year has just been movin' f*ckin' slow
High tide, it's been risin' up
I've been gettin' up with some boys I used to know
We're tryin' to get our pockets up
This year has just been movin' f*ckin' slow
Writer: Zachary Lane Bryan
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Deep Satin
Walking 'round town in a place I've never been
In deep, deep Manhattan
I recall it all, your dress and how it falls
You rollin' in deep satin
Won't you call a cab, mister, won't you pay my tab?
There's some boys on the curb haymakin'
And I ain't been home in three years or so
And everyone I know now's mistaken
Frauds as friends, starts as ends
Big lights is actual love
But you in Manhattan rolling in deep satin
Was a painful and wonderful drug
Well, I've been coming down on a Greyhound
That is westbound to the sea
When you see the lights when you hear the rain
Is there a chance you're thinkin' of me?
Is that song stuck in your head?
"Friend of the Devil," by the Dead
Or is that just what your friends want me to be?
'Cause if that's the case, then that's just what I'll be
There's love when I'm leavin', there's laughter this evenin'
I'll set out runnin' alone
If I get around out in this place tonight
I'll gladly take myself home
So won't you call a cab, misses, won't you pay my tab?
I heard life was a windin' road
There's no hounds or child around
But the devil follows where I go
Well, I've been comin' down on a Greyhound
That is westbound to the sea
When you see the lights, when you hear the rain
Is there a chance you're thinkin' of me?
Is that song stuck in your head?
"Friend of the Devil," by the Dead
Or is that just what your friends want me to be?
If that's the case, then that's just what I'll be
I've been comin' down on a Greyhound
That is westbound to the sea
When you see the lights, when you hear the rain
There a chance you're thinkin' of me?
Is that song stuck in your head?
"Friend of the Devil," by the Dead
Or is that just what your friends want me to be?
'Cause if that's the case, then that's just what I'll be
Writer: Zachary Lane Bryan
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Pain Sweet Pain
Pain, sweet pain let's learn something from it
I see the top brother and I might just summit
I've been pining and pining for so damn long
Thinkin' it's about time someone else is strong
Thinkin' it's about time someone else is strong
Humble yourself holy roller
If you don't you're gonna' come down hard
Make amends with the boy you were, but not the man you are
We heard hymns creeping through all the trees that we grew up in
Lost so much faith through time, can't remember them
You're so tired but the top is nigh
Keep on going you'll soon arrive
How looking at the stars in the valley tend to lend a man hope
Have you wishing all the highways from this point lead home
There are mighty fine inclines and a snakey stretch of road to scale
You go wherever you go, I'll be wishing you well
You're so tired but the top is nigh
Keep on going, you'll soon arrive
You're so tired but the top is nigh
Keep on going, you'll soon arrive
Pain, sweet pain let's learned something from it
I see the top brother and I might just summit
'Cause I've been pining and pining for so damn long
Thinkin' it's about time someone else is strong
Writer: Zachary Lane Bryan
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.