28(Chords)

	        Intro G  D7M  Em  C 
        G  D7M  Em  C 
        G  D7M  Em  C 
        G  D7M  Em  C 

Verse 1:
G          D7M         Em             C 
You took a train to the south side of Boston 
    G               D7M          Em     C 
You showed me where your old man stayed 
     G  D7M      Em          C 
Took 28 years of blood I was lost in 
        G        D7M         Em  C 
To feel loved on my own birthday 
  G      D7M           Em         C 
I always felt like I's in between something 
     G             D7M      Em   C 
Like home and somewhere far away 
    G              D7M            Em         C 
But tonight on the west side in a bar out in Brooklyn 
G           D7M           Em  C 
I saw tears outline your face 
 

Em            D 
How lucky are we? 
                     G                          C 
It's been a hell of a week, but we're all grown now 
        Em             D                  G 
There's smoke seeping out, of your bloody teeth 
                    C 
But you're home somehow 


Ponte Em  D  G  C 
        Em  D  G  C 
 
Verse 2:
G         D7M             Em         C 
I'll be upstairs with the guitar I's given 
     G        D7M     Em  C 
When I was barely fourteen 
G          D7M        Em           C 
When did McGlinchey's get so damn crowded 
    G           D7M            Em     C 
And why are the crowds so damn green? 
G         D7M         Em             C 
I lost my mind on the streets of the city 
G       D7M           Em  C 
Maybe I lost all hope too 
     G  D7M      Em            C 
Took 28 years of blood pumping through me 
   G           D7M          Em  C 
To get to this evening with you 


Em            D 
How lucky are we? 
                     G                          C 
It's been a hell of a week, but we're all grown now 
        Em             D                  G 
There's smoke seeping out, of your bloody teeth 
                    C 
But you're home somehow 

Solo Em  D  G  C 
       Em  D  G  C 


Em            D 
How lucky are we? 
                     G                          C 
It's been a hell of a week, but we're all grown now 
        Em             D                  G 
There's smoke seeping out, of your bloody teeth 
                    C 
But you're home somehow

	        

Written by Zach Bryan