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 作词 : Zach Bryan
 作曲 : Zach Bryan
 制作人 : Zach Bryan
 You took a train to the south side of Boston
 You showed me where your old man stayed
 Took twenty-eight years of blood I was lost in
 To feel loved on my own birthday
 And I always felt like I's in between something
 Like home and somewhere far away
 But tonight, on the west side in a bar out in Brooklyn
 I saw tears outline your face
 How lucky are we? It's been a hell of a week
 But you're all grown now
 There's smoke seepin' out of your bloody teeth
 But you're home somehow
 And I'll be upstairs with the guitar I's given
 When I was barely fourteen
 When did McGlinchey's get so crowded
 And why are the crowds so damn green?
 I lost my mind on the streets of the city
 And maybe I lost all hope, too
 Took twenty-eight years of blood pumpin' through me
 To get to this evening with you
 How lucky are we? It's been a hell of a week
 But we're all grown now
 There's smoke seepin' out of the bar down the street
 But we're home somehow
 How lucky are we? It's been a hell of a week
 And we're all grown now
 There's smoke seepin' out of the bar down the street
 But we're home somehow
 You took a train to the south side of Boston
 You showed me where your whole heart stayed
 Took twenty-eight years of blood pumpin' through me
 To feel loved on my own birthday
 音频工程师 : Jake Weinberg/Scott Zhang
 和声 : Jake Weinberg
 吉他 : Zach Bryan
 鼓 : Jake Weinberg
 钢琴 : Scott Zhang
 大提琴 : Ana Monwah Lei
 爱尔兰提琴 : Hannah Cohen
 电吉他 : Graham Bright
 贝斯 : Chris Braun
 母带工程师 : Pete Lyman
 混音师 : Jacquire King