More songs by Zach Bryan
Description
Cello: Ana Monwah Lei
Tenor Saxophone: Andy McCormick
Trumpet: Austin Stunkard
Engineer: Colton Jean
Electric Guitar: Colton Jean
Engineer: Gabe Wax
Violin: Hannah Cohen
Background Vocals: Heaven Schmitt
Trombone: Isaac Washam
Mixer: Jacquire King
Engineer: Jake Weinberg
Percussion: Jake Weinberg
Acoustic Guitar: Keenan O'Meara
Piano: Keenan O'Meara
Background Vocals: Keenan O'Meara
Violin: Lucas Ruge-Jones
Background Vocals: Lucas Ruge-Jones
Drums: Nate Head
Electric Guitar: Noah LeGros
Masterer: Pete Lyman
Pedal Steel Guitar: Read Connolly
Slide Guitar: Ryan Bingham
Trumpet: Ryan Hatcher
Viola: Samantha Uzbay
Cello: Sasha Ono
Engineer: Scott Zhang
Trumpet: William Werthimer
Electric Guitar: Zach Bryan
Producer: Zach Bryan
Lead Vocals: Zach Bryan
Bass: Zephyr Avalon
Writer: Zach Bryan
Lyrics and translation
Original
Drivin' out to California, the night I met you, in this bed of mine
Wind blowin' through all those palm trees, shakin' bodies under napalm skies
The kids and all their fucked up virtues, know it hurts you when the party dies
Would you cross dry deserts, babe? Would you cut through pines?
Would you swim up a river when I'm surely on your mind?
And you're always callin' me, only in these dreams
Wakin' up the neighbors, screamin' in these sweaty sheets
I've been on the run for so long, I want a sad song that lasts all night
The whites and blues on big wide opens is the way I'm copin' with passin' time
Would you cross dry deserts, babe? Would you cut through pines?
Would you swim up a river, when I'm surely on your mind?
And you're always callin' me, only in these dreams
Wakin' up the neighbors, screamin' in these sweaty sheets
Would you cross dry deserts, babe? Would you cut through pines?
Would you swim up a river, when I'm surely on your mind?
And you're always callin' me, only in these dreams
Wakin' up the neighbors, screamin' in these sweaty sheets
English translation
Drivin' out to California, the night I met you, in this bed of mine
Wind blowin' through all those palm trees, shakin' bodies under napalm skies
The kids and all their fucked up virtues, know it hurts you when the party dies
Would you cross dry deserts, babe? Would you cut through pines?
Would you swim up a river when I'm surely on your mind?
And you're always callin' me, only in these dreams
Wakin' up the neighbors, screamin' in these sweaty sheets
I've been on the run for so long, I want a sad song that lasts all night
The whites and blues on big wide opens is the way I'm copin' with passin' time
Would you cross dry deserts, babe? Would you cut through pines?
Would you swim up a river, when I'm surely on your mind?
And you're always callin' me, only in these dreams
Wakin' up the neighbors, screamin' in these sweaty sheets
Would you cross dry deserts, babe? Would you cut through pines?
Would you swim up a river, when I'm surely on your mind?
And you're always callin' me, only in these dreams
Wakin' up the neighbors, screamin' in these sweaty sheets