River Washed Hair Lyrics – Zach Bryan

Read the full River Washed Hair lyrics by Zach Bryan along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Zach Bryan’s music, you can also explore Bad News and Round and Round, two other songs by Zach Bryan.

[Verse 1]
Remember when we’d sit around an ol’ fire
And you’d get your guitar out to sing
We’d sing CCR, “Jersey Giant,” “Don’t Look Back in Anger”
Or anything by Bruce Springsteen
Back when ol’ Anna would throw her ol’ hands up
With her face framed by the fire
And it got so late, we’d take hits from a joint
Mistake shooting stars for telephone wires
And now I’ve grown partial to having a heart full
Of memories I cannot bear
The girls in summer clothes and Lord knows the soft scent

Of her long, dark, river-washed hair

[Verse 2]
And I think I might pack a bag in the night
Find me some small town out west
Start over, find closure and just say “I’m sorry”
To that sweet girl who tore off that dress
The way the moon’s cresting over green pines resting
Next to that coastline I rode
It made think of you in the dirt out in Santa Fe
And all of the good times I stole
Remember when Shawn was drunk quoting Kerouac
Remember when Steve quit the band
I don’t know nothing but if I knew something
I’d know that I’ve helped all I can

[Verse 3]
I think it’s about time that I sever it
You’d never look on me desperate
And I’ve never been more worried about
The state of the world, angry girl
The time to stay’s passing, I think of my dad
When the army and navy game’s on
And every night, I wonder if he’s proud of the man
Who threw fists that late night in his lawn

I don’t like being famous, they tame you then paint you
As someone that you’ve never been
And I’m pissed my mama can’t see me singing
For this crowd out in deep Michigan
And I’ll leave you with something, don’t leave with nothing
Be safe on your long drive home
There ain’t nothing in this poor man’s apartment
Apart from being alone
And I wish you were around this time of year
Every time they drop that ball
Drinking parking lot beers while the fire disappears
Over Times Square and western home