Cannonball (Acoustic!|Explicit) - Zach Bryan
Lyrics by：Zach Bryan
Produced by：Zach Bryan
We've come a long way since those drunk days on backroads
You and your high hopes always staying down
You always saw the best in me high in Yosemite we hide
Now I'm driving through Reno those goddamn casinos
You always kept God close
Except that time you bet it all on black
Came back to the room with twenty grand
We spent it all on gasoline PCH to Cannon Beach
Laid in the sand and man I have never seen
Something more beautiful than you and your cannonball
And you were smiling like a thief with your cheek-tearing teeth
You was praying to Jesus we was running from the police
They sold off the town we used to call home
And your cannonball sits on Cannon Beach alone
And they're using my muses to make fun of me
And your face up as your blood sucks from an IV
We've come a long way since that shit banned at the Blue List
You said anything other than another fucking cover of"Only The Good Die Young"
And I never thought it'd be you
I always thought I'd beat you to the Golden Gates
Won't you wait a few hours there by the door? We've all been here before
And you were smiling like a thief with your cheek-tearing teeth
You was praying to Jesus we was running from the police
They're using my muses to make fun of me
And your face up while your blood sucks from an IV
But you stood up on your own your mom called my telephone
Said you've been standing and rambling about gambling
And howling out in the night high in Yosemite
So call up your brothers won't you take you a ride?
There are cannonballs falling in the heat of July
Call up your brothers won't you take you a ride?
There's cannonballs falling in the heat of July
Call up your brothers won't you take you a ride?
There's cannonballs falling in the heat of July
Call up your brothers won't you take you a ride?
There's cannonballs falling in the heat of July
Call up your brothers won't you take you a ride?
There's cannonballs falling in the heat of July
And you were smiling like a thief with your cheek-tearing teeth
You was praying to Jesus we was running from the police
They sold off the town we used to call home
And your cannonball sits on Cannon Beach alone
