Аккорды Zach Bryan - Pink Skies

This is my take from just listening to the song. The strumming pattern is something you can kind of play with
on your own, same with the capo.
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* means single strum
Strumming pattern you play once per chord

[Intro]

F C Am G
F C Am G

[Verse 1]
F            C             Am     G
The kids are in town for a funeral
F            C                Am     G
So, pack the car and dry your eyes
F               C         Am               G
I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em
F          C       Am
And plenty nights under pink skies
G                 F
You taught 'em to enjoy

[Verse 2]
F             C                Am
So, clean the house, clear the drawers
           G
Mop the floors, stand tall
F             C         Am         G
Like no one's ever been here before or at all
F         C           Am
And don't you mention all the inches
G
That are scraped on the door frame
F          C            Am        G
We all know you tip toed up to 4'1 back in '08

[Chorus]
F                   Am              G
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
          C
But you'd think they's yuppies
F           Am          G
Your funeral was beautiful
         C
I bet God heard you coming

[Instrumental]
F C Am G
F C Am G

[Verse 3]
F            C             Am     G
The kids are in town for a funeral

F             C              Am                  G
And the grass all smells the same as the day you broke your arm swingin'

F       C          Am        G
On that kid out on the river

F              C                 Am                       G
You bailed him out, never said a thing about Jesus or the way he's living

[Chorus]
F                   C              Am
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
          G
But you'd think they's yuppies
F           C          Am
Your funeral was beautiful
         G
I bet God heard you coming

[Instrumental]
F C Am G
F C Am G

[Chorus]
F                   Am              G
If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud
          C
But you'd think they's yuppies
F           A          G
Your funeral was beautiful
         C
I bet God heard you coming

[Outro]
F*          C*            Am*    G
The kids are in town for a funeral
F*           C*               Am*    G
So, pack the car and dry your eyes
F*              C*        Am*              G
I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em
F*         C*      Am*
And plenty nights under pink skies
G*                F*
You taught 'em to enjoy