Zach Bryan - Messed up Kid: chords

        D
I guess old men on the street
            A
Prove that time really does fly
            Bm
And I guess pawn shop diamond rings
             G
Proves that girls love goodbyes
                D
And I guess a black dress at a funeral
            A
Means that life has one stage
               Bm
And I guess a girl like you lovin’ me must mean
G
Angels love anything

Chorus:
                       D
Cause I’m a messed-up kid
                  A
With nothing to spare
       Bm
Turn a saint into a heathen
         G
With my hands going through your hair
                 D
I'm a messed up kid
             A
Nothing to show
         Bm
Except a girl saying she’ll be here
G
Everywhere I go
                 D
I’m a messed-up kid

Well my old man says
I'm wild and my mama says I'm reckless
And that color in your eyes
reminds me of East Texas

Chorus:
’Cause I’m a messed up kid,
nothin' to spare
I’ll turn a saint into a heathen w
ith my hands goin' through your hair
Messed up kid with nothin to show
Except a girl sayin'
she'll be here everywhere I go
I’m a messed up kid

          D
All this bullshit that I’ve been through
             A
And all the hardship’s I’ve grown akin to
      Bm
They take me around and leave me feeling down
         G
but you pick me up every time

Chorus:
'Cause I'm a messed up kid,
nothin' to spare
I'll turn a saint into
a heathen with my hands goin' through your hair
I'm a messed up kid with nothin to show
Except a girl sayin'
she'll be here everywhere I go
I'm a messed up kid

I'm a messed up kid,
nothin' to spare
I'll turn a saint into
a heathen with my hands goin' through your hair
Messed up kid

I guess old men on the
street prove that time really does fly
And I guess pawn shop diamond
rings proves that girls love goodbyes
I'm a messed up kid