Pink Skies chords by Zach Bryan

Intro:

A#  C  A#m  C  A#  C  A#m  G/Fm


Verse 1:
A#       C        A#m    C
The kids are in town for a funeral
A#       C         A#m   C
So pack the car and dry your eyes
A#         C      A#m          G/Fm
I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em
A#      C          A#m
And plenty nights under pink skies
  C          A#  C  A#m  G/Fm
You taught 'em to enjoy

Verse 2:
A#       C         A#m
So clean the house, clear the drawers
    G/Fm
Mop the floors, stand tall
A#        C      A#m
Like no one's ever been here
    G/Fm
Before or at all
A#        C         A#m
And don't you mention all the inches
     G/Fm
That are scraped on the doorframe
A#    C       A#m
We all know you tiptoed
    G/Fm      C
Up to 4'1 back in '08


Chorus:
A#           A#m       C
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
     C
But you'd think they's yuppiеs
A#       A#m     C
Your funeral was beautiful
     C        A#  A#m  C  C  A#  A#m  C
I bet God hеard you coming


Verse 3:
A#       C        A#m    G/Fm
The kids are in town for a funeral
A#     C            A#m        G/Fm
 And the grass smells the same as the day you broke your arm swinging
A#       C      A#m   G/Fm
 On that kid out on the river
A#         C          A#m
You bailed them out, never said a thing
          G/Fm
About Jesus or the way he's livin'


Chorus:
A#           A#m       C
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
     C
But you'd think they's yuppies
A#       C
Your funeral was beautiful
C      A#m
I bet God heard you comin'


Harmonica Solo:
A#  A#m  C  C  A#  A#m  C  C


Chorus:
A#           A#m       C
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
     C
But you'd think they's yuppiеs
A#       A#m     C
Your funeral was beautiful
     C        A#
I bet God hеard you coming


Harmonica Solo:
A#  A#m  C  C  A#  A#m  C  N.C.


Outro:
A#         C      A#m    G/Fm
The kids are in town for a funeral
A#       C         A#m   G/Fm
So pack the car and dry your eyes
A#         C      A#m           G/Fm
I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em
A#          C    A#m
And plenty nights under pink skies
C            A#
You taught 'em to enjoy