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Zach Bryan - Summertime Blues Album Lyrics



Zach Bryan - Summertime Blues Lyrics






Quittin Time

This labor I've been doing ain't got no reason or rhyme
And I can hardly wait for it to finally be quittin' time
And I've been pushing steel through a run down rust belt plant
And I can't wait to head on home, so I can take my gal to dance
How I'll take my gal to dance
Oh, I'll take my gal to dance

The desert sure is hot and we've been working through the days
I pray I get back to my loving lady's gaze
Rifle in my hand and some brothers to my side
I can hardly wait for it to finally be quittin' time
Oh, I pray it'll be quittin' time
Oh, one day it'll be quittin' time

Quittin' time's on my mind
But her kind eyes are on my heart
I've been sweating for my wages
But she'll cool me after dark
How she'll cool me after dark
I know she'll cool me after dark

And I've been roofing houses atop of homes I can't afford
But I'm saving all my pennies and I'm praying to the lord
One day we'll make it through all this barely gettin' by
I'm taking out my woman and we're dancing barefoot tonight

Quittin' time's on my mind
But her kind eyes are on my heart
I've been sweating for my wages
But she'll cool me after dark
How she'll cool me after dark
Oh, she'll cool me after dark
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Writer: Zachary Lane Bryan
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Motorcycle Drive By

(One, two, three, four)
(One, two)

It's a motorcycle drive by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes
Country boys don't die alone

Reading poetry under shade trees
That woman, she's my baby
I will be in Richmond by tonight
With so much shame inside me
I just want to hide me
But they want to hear me sing my songs under lights

It's a motorcycle drive by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes
The country boys don't die alone

Everyday's so fleeting and I have been trying to save it while I can
The look on her face, all these hot humid days
And the boys in my damn band

It's a motorcycle drive by
Baby, dry your kind eyes
I think it's about time we headed home
Walking on such tight rope, with my damn high hopes
Country boys don't die alone

Reading poetry under shade trees
That woman, she's my baby
I will be in Richmond by tonight
With so much shame inside me
I just want to hide me
They want to hear me sing my songs under lights
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Writer: Zachary Lane Bryan
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Summertime Blues

The sun set so late tonight

I wonder if you saw it too

Wish I still had someone to lose

All I got are these summertime blues



Bet there's a green-eyed-dark-haired beauty

On some beach by Monterey

Letting waves wash her pain away

But I'll never know



Bet there's some boys out in Okie

That are praying to get the job done

Hauling hay and fighting off the sun

With ladies waitin' in town



My summertime blues, summertime blues

I've got nothing left to prove

I'm out of touch and out of tune, singing alone

To the birds up high and the souls below

All those boys who ain't got no home

The beautiful girls I'll never hold

This one's for you



My summertime blues

My summertime blues



The quiet turns to revelry

As the sun burns away the spring

The coastline starts to sing

With the young and heartless



Hilton Head and the Hamptons

Where the rich all go to die

The young kids all get high

Just to pass time



I bought a bottle of the best bourbon

A beat down boy could buy

I'm gonna bury all my sorrow

As the summertime passes by



Summertime blues, summertime blues

I've got nothing left to prove

I'm out of touch and out of tune, singing alone

To the birds up high and the souls below

All those boys who ain't got no home

The beautiful girls I'll never hold

This one's for you



My summertime blues

My summertime blues



The sun set so late tonight

I wonder if you saw it too

Wish I still had someone to lose

All I got are these summertime blues
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Writer: Zachary Lane Bryan
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Oklahoma Smoke Show

Go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like
I know your daddy ain't home so ride with me tonight
You always wind up here in a puddle of tears

Them boys are out and they're angry and they're lookin' for blood
In the back of a blue old pickup truck
You've got nowhere to go although you're all gussied up

There's so much whiskey in his coke it'll make her nose bend
But she swears that his love is a damn God sent
She's known God since she was a child

She used to play in the yard and she would drеam of one day
Til the world came around and took hеr dreamin' away
Told her how to dress and act and smile

She's an Oklahoma smokeshow
He's an asshole from back home
She won't ever make it out alive

That small town bar scene
Where small vices kill your big dreams
He'd take you home but he's too drunk to drive

I'll be here, I've been up all night
Thinkin' about a life with you and I
One you'll never know
'Cause you're a small town smokeshow

Well I'll be here, I've been up all night
Thinkin' about a life with you and I
One you'll never know
'Cause you're a small town smokeshow

Go on and put on that dress that all the bad boys like
I know your daddy ain't home so ride with me tonight
You always wind up here in a puddle of tears

Them boys are out and they're angry and they're lookin' for blood
In the back of a blue old pickup truck
You've got nowhere to go although you're all gussied up
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Jamie

There ain't much a war when it's 4:34
With the man you were before that bar door
No one loves you enough to give you a ride
And your car's sittin' right outside
Oh, Jamie

Keep your tires between the ditches
And your eyes peeled on the road
There's two more minutes before you're back home
Don't 103 feel so free? You always loved the revelry
Oh, Jamie

The flashing red and blue in a cracked rear view
He remembers the smile he once owned
But he ain't gonna stop for any cop
From here to damn near Wichita county

Well, I'll go tonight, boys
I don't mean no harm
I just miss my lovin' lady
And layin' in her arms

I'll go tonight, boys
I don't mean no harm
I just miss my lovin' lady
And layin' in her arms

'Cause there's a tombstone hidden in a place that he don't visit
Where the love of his life was laid to rest
He'll make it there by dusk
That is where they'll draw their guns
Oh, Jamie

'Cause this life ain't worth living
If the love that you've been given
Is taken before you are
Now Jamie is dancin'
And spinnin' around his baby in the stars

I'll go tonight, boys
I don't mean no harm
I just miss my lovin' lady
And layin' in her arms

I'll go tonight, boys
I don't mean no harm
I just miss my lovin' lady
And layin' in her arms

When it's late and it's cold on that old hidden road
You can hear laughter all in the trees
Don't 103 feel so free? You don't miss the revelry
Do ya, Jamie?
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Writer: Zachary Lane Bryan
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Twenty So

Queen size mattress on an old oak floor
And I don't see the need in closing the screen door
I wanna hear the birds when the day finally comes
How I fear all my days of being young are done
We're only just begun

How close can a man come to God before dyin'?
'Bout as close as you were, when you were tryin'
To shade the sun from your eyes on the creek's edge, darling
There's a bar around the bend a man is bending blues guitar in

When the day is done
And those neon lights call you home
You'll be beggin' for a savior
To let you savor
The savage times of twenty-so
When the night is through
And those American girls are headed home
You'll be beggin' of your savior
To let you save her
From the sweet nights of twenty-so

And I know how hard it is to love a boy like me
With my dry sense of humor and my reckless tendencies
But not all labor is done with hardened hands
You've been chompin' at the bit just to love an honest man

So when the day is done
And those neon lights call you home
You'll be beggin' of a savior
To let you savor
The savage times of twenty-so
When the night is through
And those American girls are headed home
You'll be beggin' of your savior
To let you save her
From the sweet nights of twenty-so

So when the day is done
And those neon lights call you home
You'll be beggin' for your savior
To let you savor
The savage times of twenty-So
When the night is through
And those American girls are headed home
You'll be beggin' of your savior
To let you save her
From the sweet nights of twenty-so
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Writer: Zachary Lane Bryan
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Us Then

(One, two, three four)

Well, the buildin's out in Brooklyn are taller than the clouds
And I don't like who I am Sunday mornin', comin' down
Tequila out in Texas is tougher on the tongue
Than the devil that I met in Oklahoma when I's young

I miss that old ball cap you stole from me
Out in the woods around a fire in Eastern Tennessee
And the beatin' that I got from them boys in Baton Rouge
Was nothin' like the beatin' that I got from loving you

Take me back to us then
Where the time's told true
And the sun does shine on a lawn chair holding you
Take me back to us then
Where there's a warm, warm light
Radiatin' off a cheap smile
Oh, my, I could die tonight

And that creek we jumped in while you were shakin' cold
I never thought such heat would grow dry and old
Takes blood and guts just to get to where we were
Put on your dancin' shoes, I'll be him and you be her

Take me back to us then
Where the time's told true
And the sun does shine on a lawn chair holding you
Take me back to us then
Where there's a warm, warm light
Radiatin' off a cheap smile
Oh, my, I could die tonight

So take me back to us then
There's a warm, warm light
Radiatin' off a cheap smile
Oh, my, I could die tonight
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Writer: Zachary Lane Bryan
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Matt & Audie

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Matt and Audie were a few fine folk
Made love in the mornin's with a few high hopes
They'd leave a note and they'd kick up dirt
In a town only good for part time work

They bought an Astro van and a loaded revolver
To head to Montana where the weather's colder
They might steer South where the river's red
Only thing they need now is each other or dead

Matt went to work nearly every day
And in one month's time, they'll be on their way
Audie prepared the van, you see
For a getaway bound to robbery

So, won't you load up this bag because my sweet Audie is tired?
I promised her a life
I swear to God, I'll fire
'Cause her stomach, it's keeps turnin'
My hands are calloused rock
I'd rather die a desperate man than a man that got caught

He made it out alive and looked her in the eyes
Told his lover, "No more scrapin' by
We're gonna be richer than the big machine
I'll buy you diamonds bigger than the stars at sea"

So, won't you load up this bag because my sweet Audie is tired?
I promised her a life
I swear to God, I'll fire
'Cause her stomach, it keeps growlin'
My hands are calloused rock
I'd rather die a desperate man than a man that got caught

Matt and Audie were a few fine folk
Made love in the mornin's with a few high hopes
They stand so brave in a house out East
And tonight, Audie's cookin' herself a feast
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All the Time

Why can't you love me like I need you to?
It's such a simple task at hand
Well, you can't cure a broken man or mend his gun hot hands
And I am still the same kid you fell for when we were young
How come every song I sing you say has already been sung?
And I feel like a nuisance in my own damn mind
When I speak, you say it's too much
When I scream, you say I've lost my mind

So, don't call in the morning, 'cause I'll already be gone
Oklahoma in the summertime's where my country ass belongs
Love is patient, love is kind
Should not make you lose your mind
There's got to be more to this than bein' pissed off
All the time
All the time

Why can't I love you like you need me to?
It seems we juxtapose
I'll just head out on the town
For deja vu until they close

So, don't call in the morning, 'cause I'll already be gone
Oklahoma in the summertime's where my country ass belongs
Love is patient, love is kind
Should not make you lose your mind
There's got to be more to this than bein' pissed off
All the time
All the time

So, don't call in the morning, 'cause I'll already be gone
Oklahoma in the summertime's where my country ass belongs
Love is patient, love is kind
Should not make you lose your mind
There's got to be more to this than bein' pissed off
All the time
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Writer: Zachary Lane Bryan
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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Performed By: Zach Bryan
Released: July 15th, 2022
Year: 2022

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