Zach Bryan - Bass Boat

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My old man bought a big bass boat,
When I think of that summer of hope I choke,
Cause even if we didn’t catch a little bit of something,
We’d park that boat by the bluff at the days inn

I got a need to find trouble when things are alright,
I pine for pain in the morning light,
And even with my baby sitting next to me,
I’m a self sabotaging suicide machine,

And you’re going, going, going,
‘Til the Lord calls you home in,
Your work boots and your worn coveralls,
And you’ll show them, show them, show them,
With your high collateral loan on,
That home where your children play with dolls,

‘Cause I was raised by a woman who was hardly impressed,
And I carry that shit real deep in my chest,
‘Cause I ain’t ever been one for cheap excuses,
And apologies have always been a little late or useless,
But if you give me four minutes and a little ‘bit of time,
I’ll make them old days an old friend of mine,
And I can talk to God and I can pray all day,
But you can’t heal something that you never raised,

And you’re going, going, going,
On Thanksgiving day when, you’re sneaking off to drink some alcohol,
And you’ll show them, show them, show them,
While you’re kissing all the knees of,
Every scrape and every bloody fall,

My old man bought a big bass boat,
When I think of that summer of hope I choke,
Cause even if we didn’t catch a little bit of something,
We’d park that boat by the bluff at the days end