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Zach Bryan - Jake's Piano - Long Island
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zach Bryan
Zach Bryan
Lead Vocals
Zephyr Avalon
Zephyr Avalon
Bass
Jacob Weinberg
Jacob Weinberg
Piano
Read Connolly
Read Connolly
Steel Guitar
Noah Le Gros
Noah Le Gros
Electric Guitar
Stephen Scott Clark
Stephen Scott Clark
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zach Bryan
Zach Bryan
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Bryan
Zach Bryan
Producer
Daniel Bacigalupi
Daniel Bacigalupi
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Dawson March
Dawson March
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jacob Weinberg
Jacob Weinberg
Engineer
Jacquire King
Jacquire King
Mixing Engineer
Pete Lyman
Pete Lyman
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I finally quit smoking cigarettes
And I don't go downtown drinking till it's dawn
The best parts of you are here, but you're still gone
[Verse 2]
And Lord, I've been trying to smile like you told me
Laugh like the old me, it comes out all wrong
The best parts of you are here, but you're still gone
[Verse 3]
And I still tie that double-knot
The one you taught, that gets caught on the banks
The best parts of you are here, but you still ain't
[Verse 4]
I finally quit smoking cigarettes
And I don't go downtown drinking till it's dawn
The best parts of you are here but you're still gone
[Verse 5]
I heard your father got sick of Long Island
I've been trying like hell to call
My mind ain't well and I just can't tell you why
I heard they shut down the old bar we'd go to when we needed rest
We'd always stay out too late Tuesday nights
You said I was the perfect gentleman
You used to hold me by my gentle hands
These ain't the hopeful hands you held before
And I've been drinking so much lately, it seems a damn double blade
'Cause when I'm drunk, I dream you're dancing down the shore
[Verse 6]
I heard your father got sick on Long Island
I've been trying like hell to call
My mind ain't well and I just can't tell you why
I heard they shut down the old bar we'd go to when we needed rest
We'd always stay out too late Tuesday nights
[Verse 7]
I heard your father got sick on Long Island
I've been trying like hell to call
My mind ain't well and I just can't tell you why
I heard they shut down the old bar we'd go to when we needed rest
We'd always stay out too late Tuesday nights
Written by: Zach Bryan
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