I still hit them dive bars
Every once in a blue moon
Got a wild card
I keep inside my boot
Been thinkin' lately maybe I should save it
'Cause them hangovers sure kick my ass these days
So I spend most my happy hours here at home
In the middle of growin' up and gettin' old
But I can still raise hell all night with the boys when I want to
Lay that hammer down to see how fast she'll go
But these days I hang my hat on what I won't do
And I've been finding peace of mind slowing my roll
You learn to tow that line with time as it goes
In the middle of growin' up and gettin' old
It's when you start thinkin'
How much time left you got
If there's more sand
In the bottom or the top
'Cause that hourglass we have don't last forever
I've been thinkin' 'bout it more and more these days
It's like the less you have, the faster that it goes
In the middle of growin' up and gettin' old
But I can still raise hell all night with the boys when I want to
Lay that hammer down to see how fast she'll go
But these days I hang my hat on what I won't do
And I've been finding peace of mind slowing my roll
You learn to tow that line with time as it goes
In the middle of growin' up and gettin' old
I'm still bending rules, but thinkin' 'fore I break 'em
And I ain't lost a step, I just look before I take 'em
But I can still raise hell all night with the boys when I want to
Lay that hammer down to see how fast she'll go
But these days I hang my hat on what I won't do
And I've been finding peace of mind slowing my roll
Learn to tow that line with time as it goes
In the middle of growin' up and gettin' old
Luke Combs - Gettin' Old Album Lyrics
Luke Combs - Gettin' Old Lyrics
Writer: Channing Wilson, Luke Combs, Robert Snyder
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Hannah Ford Road
Her daddy bought it in '95
He built a cabin at the end of the drive
And he named that gravel path after his pride and joy
I met Hannah when we was in school
She was hot as Alabama in June
Wasn't long before I was knockin' on her door
And we were goin' down Hannah Ford Road
Yeah, it always took us where we wanted to go
We couldn't wait any longer
And the feelin' couldn't get any stronger
Man, her daddy woulda killed me if he'd only known what was goin' on
Down Hannah Ford Road
Now Mr. Ford, he wasn't no fool
He kinda figured what we were up to
He said, "Hannah, I don't want you seein' that boy no more"
So I'd cut the lights a quarter mile out
She'd meet me 'tween there and the house
Like two thieves in the night in the light of the dashboard glow
We were goin' down Hannah Ford Road
Yeah, it always took us where we wanted to go
We couldn't wait any longer
And the feelin' couldn't get any stronger
Man, her daddy woulda killed me if he'd only known what was goin' on
Down Hannah Ford Road
Now, there ain't a time
I drive by that sign that in my mind, I ain't
Goin' down Hannah Ford Road
Yeah, it always took us where we wanted to go
We couldn't wait any longer
And the feelin' couldn't get any stronger
Man, her daddy woulda killed me if he'd only known what was goin' on
Down Hannah Ford Road
Down Hannah Ford Road
He built a cabin at the end of the drive
And he named that gravel path after his pride and joy
I met Hannah when we was in school
She was hot as Alabama in June
Wasn't long before I was knockin' on her door
And we were goin' down Hannah Ford Road
Yeah, it always took us where we wanted to go
We couldn't wait any longer
And the feelin' couldn't get any stronger
Man, her daddy woulda killed me if he'd only known what was goin' on
Down Hannah Ford Road
Now Mr. Ford, he wasn't no fool
He kinda figured what we were up to
He said, "Hannah, I don't want you seein' that boy no more"
So I'd cut the lights a quarter mile out
She'd meet me 'tween there and the house
Like two thieves in the night in the light of the dashboard glow
We were goin' down Hannah Ford Road
Yeah, it always took us where we wanted to go
We couldn't wait any longer
And the feelin' couldn't get any stronger
Man, her daddy woulda killed me if he'd only known what was goin' on
Down Hannah Ford Road
Now, there ain't a time
I drive by that sign that in my mind, I ain't
Goin' down Hannah Ford Road
Yeah, it always took us where we wanted to go
We couldn't wait any longer
And the feelin' couldn't get any stronger
Man, her daddy woulda killed me if he'd only known what was goin' on
Down Hannah Ford Road
Down Hannah Ford Road
Writer: Jamie Davis, Luke Combs
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Back 40 Back
For sale by owner sign on Highway 59
A signal of the times, a turning of the page
There used to be nothing here
But that nothing disappeared
The pond, the barn, the farm, the fields have long since been replaced
Asphalt parking where that ten pew, Pentecostal stood
Fast food, four lanes, and a subdivided neighborhood
The walls of the world are closin' in
The spreadin' city spreads us thin
We can't seem to make our ends meet the black
Never would've thought it wouldn't last
The way of life that time moved past
What I wouldn't give to have the back forty back
Maybe I'm a sucker for knowing who lives next door
A view from my back porch, a pinch of peace and quiet
I can't get back the used to bes
So I hang on to the memories
Of when I could still look up and see the stars not street lights shining
The walls of the world are closin' in
The spreadin' city spreads us thin
We can't seem to make our ends meet the black
Never would've thought it wouldn't last
The way of life that time moved past
What I wouldn't give to have the back forty back
Now I get that progress has its place
With no regard for what it takes
Wish it would slow its pace, and cut us all some slack
'Cause it's all changing way too fast
A way of life that time moved past
What I wouldn't give to have the back forty back
A signal of the times, a turning of the page
There used to be nothing here
But that nothing disappeared
The pond, the barn, the farm, the fields have long since been replaced
Asphalt parking where that ten pew, Pentecostal stood
Fast food, four lanes, and a subdivided neighborhood
The walls of the world are closin' in
The spreadin' city spreads us thin
We can't seem to make our ends meet the black
Never would've thought it wouldn't last
The way of life that time moved past
What I wouldn't give to have the back forty back
Maybe I'm a sucker for knowing who lives next door
A view from my back porch, a pinch of peace and quiet
I can't get back the used to bes
So I hang on to the memories
Of when I could still look up and see the stars not street lights shining
The walls of the world are closin' in
The spreadin' city spreads us thin
We can't seem to make our ends meet the black
Never would've thought it wouldn't last
The way of life that time moved past
What I wouldn't give to have the back forty back
Now I get that progress has its place
With no regard for what it takes
Wish it would slow its pace, and cut us all some slack
'Cause it's all changing way too fast
A way of life that time moved past
What I wouldn't give to have the back forty back
Writer: Driver Williams, Jeff Hyde, Luke Combs, Raymond Fulcher
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
You Found Yours
Remy was a pit mix, she was just skin and bones
Daddy found in a deep ditch on his way home
He said she hopped right up when he opened his door
When you feel that kinda feeling, son
You found yours
Age of seventeen you worked all summer long
Washing cars and pulling weeds from your neighbor's lawn
Well, it wasn't no King Ranch, but she was paid for
When you find that kinda freedom, buddy
You found yours
Whoa, you found yours
That living, breathing reason you've been looking for
Whoa, don't need nothing more
When you feel that kinda feeling, yeah
You found yours
She was an answer to an ol' boy's prayer
Way out of your league, but you didn't care
When you stole that kiss on her daddy's front porch
That feeling that you're feeling, buddy
You found yours
Whoa, you found yours
That living, breathing reason you've been looking for
Whoa, don't need nothing more
When you feel that kinda feeling, yeah
You found yours
Come on
A fresh coat of blue paint on a bedroom wall
Turns to two little feet running up and down the hall
And now it's plain as day what you're down here for
If you were looking for a reason, buddy
You found yours
Whoa, you found yours
That living, breathing reason you've been looking for
Whoa, don't need nothing more
When you feel that kinda feeling, yeah
You found yours
Daddy found in a deep ditch on his way home
He said she hopped right up when he opened his door
When you feel that kinda feeling, son
You found yours
Age of seventeen you worked all summer long
Washing cars and pulling weeds from your neighbor's lawn
Well, it wasn't no King Ranch, but she was paid for
When you find that kinda freedom, buddy
You found yours
Whoa, you found yours
That living, breathing reason you've been looking for
Whoa, don't need nothing more
When you feel that kinda feeling, yeah
You found yours
She was an answer to an ol' boy's prayer
Way out of your league, but you didn't care
When you stole that kiss on her daddy's front porch
That feeling that you're feeling, buddy
You found yours
Whoa, you found yours
That living, breathing reason you've been looking for
Whoa, don't need nothing more
When you feel that kinda feeling, yeah
You found yours
Come on
A fresh coat of blue paint on a bedroom wall
Turns to two little feet running up and down the hall
And now it's plain as day what you're down here for
If you were looking for a reason, buddy
You found yours
Whoa, you found yours
That living, breathing reason you've been looking for
Whoa, don't need nothing more
When you feel that kinda feeling, yeah
You found yours
Writer: Dan Isbell, James Mcnair, Luke Combs, Thomas Archer
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Beer the Band and the Barstool
He walks in
Orders up a round
How you been?
My old friend
The band kicks off
The same old dance
The same old worn out songs
But he sings along
He's gonna stay here 'til they make him leave
'Cause he's got all the friends a guy like him could ever need
One'll hang around and tell him what he wants to hear
One'll help by drownin' out the how'd you wind up here's
One'll hold him up when love has let him down
They do the best they can for a broken hearted fool
The beer, the band, and the barstool
Corner booth
A blonde with lonely eyes
A shade of blue
Hey, how are you?
Just by chance
Are you here alone?
How 'bout a dance?
And she took his hand
He hopes she'd stay, but always knew she'd leave
But he's got all the friends a guy like him could ever need
One'll hang around and tell him what he wants to hear
One'll help by drownin' out the how'd you wind up here's
One'll hold him up when love has let him down
They do the best they can for a broken hearted fool
The beer, the band, and the barstool
Now he last call lights a cigarette and orders up one more
Pays his tab, knows he'll be back, 'cause he's been here before
One'll hang around and tell him what he wants to hear
One'll help by drownin' out the how'd you wind up here's
One'll hold him up when love has let him down
They do the best they can for a broken hearted fool
They go hand in hand with losing you
The beer, the band, and the barstool
And the barstool
Orders up a round
How you been?
My old friend
The band kicks off
The same old dance
The same old worn out songs
But he sings along
He's gonna stay here 'til they make him leave
'Cause he's got all the friends a guy like him could ever need
One'll hang around and tell him what he wants to hear
One'll help by drownin' out the how'd you wind up here's
One'll hold him up when love has let him down
They do the best they can for a broken hearted fool
The beer, the band, and the barstool
Corner booth
A blonde with lonely eyes
A shade of blue
Hey, how are you?
Just by chance
Are you here alone?
How 'bout a dance?
And she took his hand
He hopes she'd stay, but always knew she'd leave
But he's got all the friends a guy like him could ever need
One'll hang around and tell him what he wants to hear
One'll help by drownin' out the how'd you wind up here's
One'll hold him up when love has let him down
They do the best they can for a broken hearted fool
The beer, the band, and the barstool
Now he last call lights a cigarette and orders up one more
Pays his tab, knows he'll be back, 'cause he's been here before
One'll hang around and tell him what he wants to hear
One'll help by drownin' out the how'd you wind up here's
One'll hold him up when love has let him down
They do the best they can for a broken hearted fool
They go hand in hand with losing you
The beer, the band, and the barstool
And the barstool
Writer: Luke Combs, Reid Isbell, Robert Williford
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Still
Sure as the north star shining
Sure as in spring the dogwoods bloom
Sure as the sunset sinking west before it falls
Like the leaves in autumn trees were made to do
I'm still falling for you girl, from the second that I saw you
My whole world stood still, after all this time
I'm just as in love as the day I made you mine
I ain't stopped flying high and never will, I'm falling for you still
Sweet as summer honeysuckle, true as the words written in red
Pretty as the daisies growing wild upon the hill
Like the rain that came from storm clouds overhead
I'm still falling for you girl, from the second that I saw you
My whole world stood still, after all this time
I'm just as in love as the day I made you mine
I ain't stopped flying high and never will, I'm falling for you still
I'm still falling for you girl, from the second that I saw you
My whole world stood still, after all this time
I'm just as in love as the day I made you mine
I ain't stopped flying high and never will, I'm falling for you still
Falling for you girl, from the second that I saw you
My whole world stood still, after all this time
I'm just as in love as the day I made you mine
I ain't stopped flying high and never will
I ain't stopped flying high and never will, I'm falling for you still
Falling for you still
Sure as in spring the dogwoods bloom
Sure as the sunset sinking west before it falls
Like the leaves in autumn trees were made to do
I'm still falling for you girl, from the second that I saw you
My whole world stood still, after all this time
I'm just as in love as the day I made you mine
I ain't stopped flying high and never will, I'm falling for you still
Sweet as summer honeysuckle, true as the words written in red
Pretty as the daisies growing wild upon the hill
Like the rain that came from storm clouds overhead
I'm still falling for you girl, from the second that I saw you
My whole world stood still, after all this time
I'm just as in love as the day I made you mine
I ain't stopped flying high and never will, I'm falling for you still
I'm still falling for you girl, from the second that I saw you
My whole world stood still, after all this time
I'm just as in love as the day I made you mine
I ain't stopped flying high and never will, I'm falling for you still
Falling for you girl, from the second that I saw you
My whole world stood still, after all this time
I'm just as in love as the day I made you mine
I ain't stopped flying high and never will
I ain't stopped flying high and never will, I'm falling for you still
Falling for you still
Writer: Dan Isbell, Dustin Nunley, Jamie Davis, Luke Combs, Ray Fulcher
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
See Me Now
They say I walk just like ya
They say I talk just like ya
And they say these scuffed up boots look as good on me as they did on you
And that bored out Ford you had is runnin' just as good as it ever has
I think I broke your record for a smallmouth bass
Sunset spinnerbait, second cast
I wonder what you'd think about that
If you walked in, pulled up a chair in the kitchen
Poured a little somethin' for some sippin' and said
"Tell me 'bout every thing that I've been missin'"
We'd be trashin' the price of gas and politicians
Put a hurtin' on an old Gibson
And I could tell you 'bout all the life that I've been livin'
I'd like to think you'd be the proudest guy in town
If I could see you see me now
You could say things turned out good
I met the girl that you said I would
I got a place on a piece of land
With a creek fed pond, and a food plot stand
I still got your cast iron skillet
Been makin' mama's corn bread in it
And I bet your head'd be spinnin'
If you saw your farm table refinished
I know right where we'd be sittin'
If you walked in, pulled up a chair in the kitchen
Poured a little somethin' for some sippin' and said
"Tell me 'bout every thing that I've been missin'"
We'd be trashin' the price of gas and politicians
Put a hurtin' on an old Gibson
And I could tell you 'bout all the life that I've been livin'
I'd like to think you'd be the proudest guy in town
If I could see you see me now
There'd be new old stories
And happy tears
Damn, I miss ya's
And a couple beers
If you walked in, pulled up a chair in the kitchen
Poured a little somethin' for some sippin' and said
"Tell me 'bout every thing that I've been missin'"
We'd be trashin' the price of gas and politicians
Put a hurtin' on an old Gibson
And I could tell you 'bout all the life that I've been livin'
I'd like to think you'd be the proudest guy in town
I'd like to think you'd be the proudest guy in town
If I could see you see me now
See me now
They say I talk just like ya
And they say these scuffed up boots look as good on me as they did on you
And that bored out Ford you had is runnin' just as good as it ever has
I think I broke your record for a smallmouth bass
Sunset spinnerbait, second cast
I wonder what you'd think about that
If you walked in, pulled up a chair in the kitchen
Poured a little somethin' for some sippin' and said
"Tell me 'bout every thing that I've been missin'"
We'd be trashin' the price of gas and politicians
Put a hurtin' on an old Gibson
And I could tell you 'bout all the life that I've been livin'
I'd like to think you'd be the proudest guy in town
If I could see you see me now
You could say things turned out good
I met the girl that you said I would
I got a place on a piece of land
With a creek fed pond, and a food plot stand
I still got your cast iron skillet
Been makin' mama's corn bread in it
And I bet your head'd be spinnin'
If you saw your farm table refinished
I know right where we'd be sittin'
If you walked in, pulled up a chair in the kitchen
Poured a little somethin' for some sippin' and said
"Tell me 'bout every thing that I've been missin'"
We'd be trashin' the price of gas and politicians
Put a hurtin' on an old Gibson
And I could tell you 'bout all the life that I've been livin'
I'd like to think you'd be the proudest guy in town
If I could see you see me now
There'd be new old stories
And happy tears
Damn, I miss ya's
And a couple beers
If you walked in, pulled up a chair in the kitchen
Poured a little somethin' for some sippin' and said
"Tell me 'bout every thing that I've been missin'"
We'd be trashin' the price of gas and politicians
Put a hurtin' on an old Gibson
And I could tell you 'bout all the life that I've been livin'
I'd like to think you'd be the proudest guy in town
I'd like to think you'd be the proudest guy in town
If I could see you see me now
See me now
Writer: James McNair, Kenton McCreary Bryant, Luke Albert Combs, Ray Fulcher
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Joe
I got a job and my name's Joe
Spend my days at the Texaco
Never show up late, never show up drunk
'Cause when I get half lit, I'm a loaded gun
Made a couple wrong turns, did county time
Now I do everything I can to stay between the lines
I got a couple good buddies that all stop in
Say, "It's good to see ya brother, man, how ya been?"
I can't complain, I'm doin' alright
Sleepin' pretty good and stayin' dry
I thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet amen
For how far I come from where I been
So here's to good days and better tomorrows
And a light at the end of the bottle
Some battles are fought on foreign shores
And some are fought behind closed doors
Some fall from grace
Some lose their wings
Some find the peace salvation brings
I got a couple good buddies that all stop in
Say, "It's good to see ya brother, man, how ya been?"
I can't complain, I'm doin' alright
Sleepin' pretty good and stayin' dry
I thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet amen
For how far I come from where I been
So here's to good days and better tomorrows
And a light at the end of the bottle
Here's to good days, here's to livin'
Here's to old sins bein' forgiven
And a bunch of good buddies that all drop in
Say, "It's good to see ya brother, man, how ya been?"
I can't complain, I'm doin' alright
Sleepin' pretty good and stayin' dry
I thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet amen
For how far I come from where I been
So here's to good days and better tomorrows
And a light at the end of the bottle
At the end of the bottle
Spend my days at the Texaco
Never show up late, never show up drunk
'Cause when I get half lit, I'm a loaded gun
Made a couple wrong turns, did county time
Now I do everything I can to stay between the lines
I got a couple good buddies that all stop in
Say, "It's good to see ya brother, man, how ya been?"
I can't complain, I'm doin' alright
Sleepin' pretty good and stayin' dry
I thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet amen
For how far I come from where I been
So here's to good days and better tomorrows
And a light at the end of the bottle
Some battles are fought on foreign shores
And some are fought behind closed doors
Some fall from grace
Some lose their wings
Some find the peace salvation brings
I got a couple good buddies that all stop in
Say, "It's good to see ya brother, man, how ya been?"
I can't complain, I'm doin' alright
Sleepin' pretty good and stayin' dry
I thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet amen
For how far I come from where I been
So here's to good days and better tomorrows
And a light at the end of the bottle
Here's to good days, here's to livin'
Here's to old sins bein' forgiven
And a bunch of good buddies that all drop in
Say, "It's good to see ya brother, man, how ya been?"
I can't complain, I'm doin' alright
Sleepin' pretty good and stayin' dry
I thank the Lord every mornin' with a sweet amen
For how far I come from where I been
So here's to good days and better tomorrows
And a light at the end of the bottle
At the end of the bottle
Writer: Erik Dylan Anderson, James Thomas Slater, Luke Albert Combs
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
A Song Was Born
Haggard on a houseboat, trying not to sink
Wonderin' if he oughta float back, or just stay here and drink
He found a guitar 'fore he found that Shasta shore
And a song was born
Willie on an airplane, brown bag and a pen
Flying high thinking 'bout being on the road again
Tried her out on a crowd down at John T. Floore's
A song was born
Outta real life, outta real love
The best ones you can't make up
It just means more when you've been there before
Outta hard times, outta heartbreaks
Hitch a good rhyme to a mistake
Then you pour those feelings out over three chords
A song was born
I've wrote 'em in the Carolina mountains, on a Cabo beach
In a thousand rooms in Nashville, Tennessee
On a Bitterroot River, Montana back porch
A song was born
Outta real life, outta real love
The best ones you can't make up
It just means more when you've been there before
Outta hard times, outta heartbreaks
Hitch a good rhyme to a mistake
Then you pour those feelings out over three chords
A song was born
Outta real life, outta real love
The best ones you can't make up
It just means more when you've been there before
Outta hard times, outta heartbreaks
Hitch a good rhyme to a mistake
Then you pour those feelings out over three chords
Then you pour those feelings out over three chords
A song was born
A song was born
Wonderin' if he oughta float back, or just stay here and drink
He found a guitar 'fore he found that Shasta shore
And a song was born
Willie on an airplane, brown bag and a pen
Flying high thinking 'bout being on the road again
Tried her out on a crowd down at John T. Floore's
A song was born
Outta real life, outta real love
The best ones you can't make up
It just means more when you've been there before
Outta hard times, outta heartbreaks
Hitch a good rhyme to a mistake
Then you pour those feelings out over three chords
A song was born
I've wrote 'em in the Carolina mountains, on a Cabo beach
In a thousand rooms in Nashville, Tennessee
On a Bitterroot River, Montana back porch
A song was born
Outta real life, outta real love
The best ones you can't make up
It just means more when you've been there before
Outta hard times, outta heartbreaks
Hitch a good rhyme to a mistake
Then you pour those feelings out over three chords
A song was born
Outta real life, outta real love
The best ones you can't make up
It just means more when you've been there before
Outta hard times, outta heartbreaks
Hitch a good rhyme to a mistake
Then you pour those feelings out over three chords
Then you pour those feelings out over three chords
A song was born
A song was born
Writer: Casey Beathard, Dan Isbell, Luke Albert Combs, Reid Isbell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
My Song Will Never Die
There's a beat coming from somewhere other than my chest
There's words that stir up dust in the peace that I will rest
A melody to ease the mind long after I've lost mine
I will, but my song will never die
I don't know the day, I don't know the time
But one day, my Bonnie ain't gonna have her Clyde
And I know I'll be leaving somewhere further down the line
I will, but my song will never die
When I hear that hallelujah chorus calling me back home
I'll lay down this guitar and someone else can sing my songs
It ain't about the leaving, it's in what you leave behind
I will, but my song will never die
True words are rare birds, they heal up broken hearts
They sing through rusty strings on beat up, old guitars
The notes are always changing, but truth stands the test of time
I will, but my song will never die
When I hear that hallelujah chorus calling me back home
I'll lay down this guitar and someone else can sing my songs
It ain't about the leaving, it's in what you leave behind
I will, but my song will never die
When my name ain't nothing more than just letters on a stone
Or flowers in a field full of other sinners gone
It ain't about the leaving, it's in what you leave behind
I will, but my song will never die
I will, but my song will never die
I will, but my song will never die
I will, but my song will never die
I will, but my song will never die
When I hear that hallelujah chorus calling me back home
I'll lay down this guitar and someone else can sing my songs
It ain't about the leaving, it's in what you leave behind
I will, but my song will never die
Oh, I will, but my song will never die
There's words that stir up dust in the peace that I will rest
A melody to ease the mind long after I've lost mine
I will, but my song will never die
I don't know the day, I don't know the time
But one day, my Bonnie ain't gonna have her Clyde
And I know I'll be leaving somewhere further down the line
I will, but my song will never die
When I hear that hallelujah chorus calling me back home
I'll lay down this guitar and someone else can sing my songs
It ain't about the leaving, it's in what you leave behind
I will, but my song will never die
True words are rare birds, they heal up broken hearts
They sing through rusty strings on beat up, old guitars
The notes are always changing, but truth stands the test of time
I will, but my song will never die
When I hear that hallelujah chorus calling me back home
I'll lay down this guitar and someone else can sing my songs
It ain't about the leaving, it's in what you leave behind
I will, but my song will never die
When my name ain't nothing more than just letters on a stone
Or flowers in a field full of other sinners gone
It ain't about the leaving, it's in what you leave behind
I will, but my song will never die
I will, but my song will never die
I will, but my song will never die
I will, but my song will never die
I will, but my song will never die
When I hear that hallelujah chorus calling me back home
I'll lay down this guitar and someone else can sing my songs
It ain't about the leaving, it's in what you leave behind
I will, but my song will never die
Oh, I will, but my song will never die
Writer: Ash Bowers, Eric Church, Jonathan David Singleton, Matthew Stell, Travis Meadows
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Where The Wild Things Are
My big brother rode an Indian Scout
It was black like his jacket
American Spirit hangin' outta his mouth
Just like our daddy
He kicked started that bike one night and broke mama's heart
He pointed that headlight west
Out where the wild things are
He'd call me up every couple of weeks
From South California
Talk about the desert and the Joshua Tree
And his pretty girl stories
And how he bought an Airstream trailer and a J-45 guitar
Said, "Little brother, you'd love it out here
Out where the wild things are"
Oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams
Oh, the nights ignite like gasoline
And light up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark
Out where the wild things are
I called my brother from the back of that plane
The second I made it
We started drinkin' on the strip in LA
And then it got crazy
Ended up at a house in the hills with some Hollywood stars
Kissin' on a blonde in a backyard pool
Out where the wild things are
Oh, yeah
Couple iron horse rebels
Wild as the devil
I knew I had to move back east
Said goodbye to my brother
At the end of that summer
But I knew he'd never leave
Oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams
Oh, where the nights ignite like gasoline
And oh, them Indian Scouts, man, they're built for speed
And oh, they said he hit that guardrail at half past three
Lit up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark
We buried him out in the wind 'neath the West Coast stars
Out where the wild things are
Out where the wild things are
It was black like his jacket
American Spirit hangin' outta his mouth
Just like our daddy
He kicked started that bike one night and broke mama's heart
He pointed that headlight west
Out where the wild things are
He'd call me up every couple of weeks
From South California
Talk about the desert and the Joshua Tree
And his pretty girl stories
And how he bought an Airstream trailer and a J-45 guitar
Said, "Little brother, you'd love it out here
Out where the wild things are"
Oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams
Oh, the nights ignite like gasoline
And light up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark
Out where the wild things are
I called my brother from the back of that plane
The second I made it
We started drinkin' on the strip in LA
And then it got crazy
Ended up at a house in the hills with some Hollywood stars
Kissin' on a blonde in a backyard pool
Out where the wild things are
Oh, yeah
Couple iron horse rebels
Wild as the devil
I knew I had to move back east
Said goodbye to my brother
At the end of that summer
But I knew he'd never leave
Oh, it's hearts on fire and crazy dreams
Oh, where the nights ignite like gasoline
And oh, them Indian Scouts, man, they're built for speed
And oh, they said he hit that guardrail at half past three
Lit up those streets that never sleep when the sky goes dark
We buried him out in the wind 'neath the West Coast stars
Out where the wild things are
Out where the wild things are
Writer: Dave Turnbull, Randy Montana
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Love You Anyway
If your kiss turned me to stone
I'd be a statue standing tall in Ancient Rome
And if your touch shattered me like glass
I'd be in pieces trying to make the breaking last
If it took one look to turn my days to night
At least I'd have the stars that sparkle in your eyes
There's just some things that leave a man no choice
Like a compass needle needing its true north
Even if I knew the day we met you'd be the reason this heart breaks
Oh, I'd love you anyway
I know just tryin' to write a song
I run the risk that I could get your perfect wrong
And well, I guess what I'm tryin' to say
If there ain't words been made could shoulder so much weight
And if you turned your back on me and walked away
Not a thing about the way I feel would change
There's just some things that leave a man no choice
Like a compass needle needing its true north
Even if I knew the day we met you'd be the reason this heart breaks
Oh, I'd love you anyway
There's just some things that leave a man no choice
Like a compass needle needing its true north
Even if I knew the day we met you'd be the reason this heart breaks
Oh, I'd love you anyway
Even if I knew the day we met you'd be the reason this heart breaks
Oh, I'd love you anyway
I'd be a statue standing tall in Ancient Rome
And if your touch shattered me like glass
I'd be in pieces trying to make the breaking last
If it took one look to turn my days to night
At least I'd have the stars that sparkle in your eyes
There's just some things that leave a man no choice
Like a compass needle needing its true north
Even if I knew the day we met you'd be the reason this heart breaks
Oh, I'd love you anyway
I know just tryin' to write a song
I run the risk that I could get your perfect wrong
And well, I guess what I'm tryin' to say
If there ain't words been made could shoulder so much weight
And if you turned your back on me and walked away
Not a thing about the way I feel would change
There's just some things that leave a man no choice
Like a compass needle needing its true north
Even if I knew the day we met you'd be the reason this heart breaks
Oh, I'd love you anyway
There's just some things that leave a man no choice
Like a compass needle needing its true north
Even if I knew the day we met you'd be the reason this heart breaks
Oh, I'd love you anyway
Even if I knew the day we met you'd be the reason this heart breaks
Oh, I'd love you anyway
Writer: Daniel Keith Isbell, Luke Albert Combs, Ray Fulcher
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Take You With Me
Daddy, what's that mean, that little turtle and a rabbit?
He sat me in that seat, showed me the wheel and how to grab it
He said, "I'll work the pedals if you climb up on my knee
I'll take you with me"
A few years down the road, packin' a cooler and a sandwich
Clingin' to his leg, guess he could tell I couldn't stand it
He said, "Go hug your mama and I'll go grab my keys
I'll take you with me"
If it was up to me, we'd do everything together
And when you're young like that, you think those days last forever
Didn't know back then how much those words would mean
"I'll take you with me"
I remember one time me and him was turnin' wrenches
He kept a couple cold ones tucked away for when we fixed it
He said, "Let's sneak out back so your Mama doesn't see
I'll take you with me"
If it was up to me, we'd do everything together
And when you're young like that, you think those days last forever
Didn't know back then how much those words would mean
"I'll take you with me"
Got a youngin' of my own, he's too young to understand it
When he gets a little older, watching the stage where I'm standin'
He'll know it's about him when he hears me sing
"I'll take you with me"
If it was up to me, we'd do everything together
And when they're young like that, those days, they don't last forever
So, every chance I get, you best believe
I'll take you with me
I'll take you with me
I'll take you with me
He sat me in that seat, showed me the wheel and how to grab it
He said, "I'll work the pedals if you climb up on my knee
I'll take you with me"
A few years down the road, packin' a cooler and a sandwich
Clingin' to his leg, guess he could tell I couldn't stand it
He said, "Go hug your mama and I'll go grab my keys
I'll take you with me"
If it was up to me, we'd do everything together
And when you're young like that, you think those days last forever
Didn't know back then how much those words would mean
"I'll take you with me"
I remember one time me and him was turnin' wrenches
He kept a couple cold ones tucked away for when we fixed it
He said, "Let's sneak out back so your Mama doesn't see
I'll take you with me"
If it was up to me, we'd do everything together
And when you're young like that, you think those days last forever
Didn't know back then how much those words would mean
"I'll take you with me"
Got a youngin' of my own, he's too young to understand it
When he gets a little older, watching the stage where I'm standin'
He'll know it's about him when he hears me sing
"I'll take you with me"
If it was up to me, we'd do everything together
And when they're young like that, those days, they don't last forever
So, every chance I get, you best believe
I'll take you with me
I'll take you with me
I'll take you with me
Writer: James Mcnair, Luke Combs, Robert Williford
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fast Car
You got a fast car
And I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better
Startin' from zero, got nothin' to lose
Maybe we'll make something
Me, myself, I got nothin' to prove
You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
Been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
Won't have to drive too far
Just across the border and into the city
And you and I can both get jobs
Finally see what it means to be living
See, my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle, that's the way it is
He said his body's too old for workin'
His body's too young to look like his
So mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said, somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did
You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so we can fly away?
Still gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way
So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder
And I-I, had a feeling that I belonged
I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
We go cruisin' to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
So I work in the market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
And we'll move out of the shelter
Buy a bigger house, live in the suburbs
So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder
And I-I, had a feeling that I belonged
I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me'd find it
I got no plans, I ain't going nowhere
Take your fast car and keep on driving
So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder
And I-I, had a feeling that I belonged
I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so we can fly away?
Still gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way
And I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere
Any place is better
Startin' from zero, got nothin' to lose
Maybe we'll make something
Me, myself, I got nothin' to prove
You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
Been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
Won't have to drive too far
Just across the border and into the city
And you and I can both get jobs
Finally see what it means to be living
See, my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle, that's the way it is
He said his body's too old for workin'
His body's too young to look like his
So mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said, somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did
You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so we can fly away?
Still gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way
So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder
And I-I, had a feeling that I belonged
I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
We go cruisin' to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
So I work in the market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
And we'll move out of the shelter
Buy a bigger house, live in the suburbs
So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder
And I-I, had a feeling that I belonged
I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me'd find it
I got no plans, I ain't going nowhere
Take your fast car and keep on driving
So I remember when we were driving, driving in your car
Speed so fast, I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder
And I-I, had a feeling that I belonged
I-I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone
You got a fast car
Is it fast enough so we can fly away?
Still gotta make a decision
Leave tonight or live and die this way
Writer: Tracy L. Chapman
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid
Tattoo On A Sunburn
It was the summer after my senior year
We spent the whole week out on that pier
She said, "Boy, I think I love you," I said, "I love you, too"
We ended up drunk at some old ink shop
She said, "Get my name," I said, "Hell, why not?"
She didn't have to work too hard to talk me into
Ooh, a tattoo on a sunburn
Every time that saltwater breeze blows in
I find myself laying right there in
A kicked back jet black leather seat
The hum and the buzz and the sting of that needle
Faded away but I guess some people never do
Losing you's the only thing worse
Than a tattoo on a sunburn
As I held her on her hotel balcony
I remember wishin' she would come back with me
Guess a boy can dream but we both knew it wouldn't work
When I came to she was already gone
Hammered down due west to Arkansas
And I laughed through the pain and swore it didn't hurt
Ooh, a tattoo on a sunburn
Every time that saltwater breeze blows in
I find myself laying right there in
A kicked back jet black leather seat
The hum and the buzz and the sting of that needle
Faded away but I guess some people never do
Losing you's the only thing worse
Than a tattoo on a sunburn
It's covered up with some new ink now
And the rest of the world ain't got a clue about
The name of a girl that I ain't seen since that day
I don't think about her all the time
But when they're stackin' the chairs right before the tide
I can still hear her voice come crashing down with the waves
Every time that saltwater breeze blows in
I find myself laying right there in
A kicked back jet black leather seat
The hum and the buzz and the sting of that needle
Faded away but I guess some people never do
Losing you's the only thing worse
Than a tattoo on a sunburn
A tattoo on a sunburn
We spent the whole week out on that pier
She said, "Boy, I think I love you," I said, "I love you, too"
We ended up drunk at some old ink shop
She said, "Get my name," I said, "Hell, why not?"
She didn't have to work too hard to talk me into
Ooh, a tattoo on a sunburn
Every time that saltwater breeze blows in
I find myself laying right there in
A kicked back jet black leather seat
The hum and the buzz and the sting of that needle
Faded away but I guess some people never do
Losing you's the only thing worse
Than a tattoo on a sunburn
As I held her on her hotel balcony
I remember wishin' she would come back with me
Guess a boy can dream but we both knew it wouldn't work
When I came to she was already gone
Hammered down due west to Arkansas
And I laughed through the pain and swore it didn't hurt
Ooh, a tattoo on a sunburn
Every time that saltwater breeze blows in
I find myself laying right there in
A kicked back jet black leather seat
The hum and the buzz and the sting of that needle
Faded away but I guess some people never do
Losing you's the only thing worse
Than a tattoo on a sunburn
It's covered up with some new ink now
And the rest of the world ain't got a clue about
The name of a girl that I ain't seen since that day
I don't think about her all the time
But when they're stackin' the chairs right before the tide
I can still hear her voice come crashing down with the waves
Every time that saltwater breeze blows in
I find myself laying right there in
A kicked back jet black leather seat
The hum and the buzz and the sting of that needle
Faded away but I guess some people never do
Losing you's the only thing worse
Than a tattoo on a sunburn
A tattoo on a sunburn
Writer: Ben Hayslip, Dan Isbell, Ray Fulcher, Luke Albert Combs
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
5 Leaf Clover
I go to work every Monday
And get to do something I love
I make it home every evening
To an angel God sent from above
I got an eight point on camera from last year
That this season looks like a ten
I got a barn with a fridge full of cold beer
And on the weekend it's full of good friends
I know I'm a lucky man
But I ain't sure why I am
'Cause it ain't like anyone deserves
The world in the palm of their hand
I've hit my knees thankful as can be
But the one thing I can't get over
Is how'd a guy like me who'd a been fine with three
Wind up with a five leaf clover?
I got a half ton that's parked in the driveway
That my dog wags his tail when he hears
I grew up in a good place to be from
My folks still got a bunch of good years
I know I'm a lucky man
But I ain't sure why I am
'Cause it ain't like anyone deserves
The world in the palm of their hand
I've hit my knees thankful as can be
But the one thing I can't get over
Is how'd a guy like me who'd a been fine with three
Wind up with a five leaf clover
I know I'm a lucky man
But I ain't sure why I am
'Cause it ain't like anyone deserves
The world in the palm of their hand
I've hit my knees thankful as can be
But the one thing I can't get over
Is how'd a guy like me who'd a been fine with three
Wind up with a five leaf clover?
How'd a guy like me who coulda wound up with weeds
Wind up with a five leaf clover?
And get to do something I love
I make it home every evening
To an angel God sent from above
I got an eight point on camera from last year
That this season looks like a ten
I got a barn with a fridge full of cold beer
And on the weekend it's full of good friends
I know I'm a lucky man
But I ain't sure why I am
'Cause it ain't like anyone deserves
The world in the palm of their hand
I've hit my knees thankful as can be
But the one thing I can't get over
Is how'd a guy like me who'd a been fine with three
Wind up with a five leaf clover?
I got a half ton that's parked in the driveway
That my dog wags his tail when he hears
I grew up in a good place to be from
My folks still got a bunch of good years
I know I'm a lucky man
But I ain't sure why I am
'Cause it ain't like anyone deserves
The world in the palm of their hand
I've hit my knees thankful as can be
But the one thing I can't get over
Is how'd a guy like me who'd a been fine with three
Wind up with a five leaf clover
I know I'm a lucky man
But I ain't sure why I am
'Cause it ain't like anyone deserves
The world in the palm of their hand
I've hit my knees thankful as can be
But the one thing I can't get over
Is how'd a guy like me who'd a been fine with three
Wind up with a five leaf clover?
How'd a guy like me who coulda wound up with weeds
Wind up with a five leaf clover?
Writer: Jessi Leigh Alexander, Luke Albert Combs, Richard Chase McGill
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fox In The Henhouse
I'm tired of looking over my shoulder
I'm tired of losing sleep all week long
Tired of the uneasy feeling and the sinful deceiving
No, my soul won't rest 'til he's gone
There's a fox in the henhouse
I can't seem to get him out
I'll hide in the shadows 'til the red rooster crows
Let that old twelve gauge hammer come down
It's been going on a while now
It ain't hard to see all the signs
Fool me once, shame on me, but twice, then you'll see
That'll damn sure be the last time
There's a fox in the henhouse
I can't seem to get him out
I'll hide in the shadows 'til the red rooster crows
Let that old twelve gauge hammer come down
There's a fox in the henhouse
I can't seem to get him out
I'll hide in the shadows 'til the red rooster crows
Let that old twelve gauge hammer come down
Let that old twelve gauge hammer come down
I'm tired of losing sleep all week long
Tired of the uneasy feeling and the sinful deceiving
No, my soul won't rest 'til he's gone
There's a fox in the henhouse
I can't seem to get him out
I'll hide in the shadows 'til the red rooster crows
Let that old twelve gauge hammer come down
It's been going on a while now
It ain't hard to see all the signs
Fool me once, shame on me, but twice, then you'll see
That'll damn sure be the last time
There's a fox in the henhouse
I can't seem to get him out
I'll hide in the shadows 'til the red rooster crows
Let that old twelve gauge hammer come down
There's a fox in the henhouse
I can't seem to get him out
I'll hide in the shadows 'til the red rooster crows
Let that old twelve gauge hammer come down
Let that old twelve gauge hammer come down
Writer: Dan Isbell, Dustin Nunley, Jamie Davis, Luke Combs
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
The Part
Packin' that bag you unpacked yesterday
Watchin' the world through the windowpane
From the second row of the ten man van
That you've been calling home
It ain't quite the life you dreamed about
When mama calls and you miss out
'Cause you're on stage at a damned ol' one off show
They tell you 'bout the old guitars
The songs that bought the house and cars
And how your hometown's proud of where you are
And your name up on the marquee sign
But not the dark that comes to find you
Every single time them lights go down
Yeah, that's the part, they don't tell you about
You try to dry her eyes, from a thousand miles apart
And hope that Band-Aid on her heart
Sticks just long enough for you to make it home
She feels like she comes in second place
To plaques on walls and long highways
She needs something more than words to hold on to
They tell you 'bout the old guitars
The songs that bought the house and cars
And how your hometown's proud of where you are
And they tell you 'bout the girls you'll get
But not the one you're gonna miss
While they scream your name again in some small town
Yeah, that's the part, they don't tell you about
When you're doing it all right
And man it still feels wrong
Breakin' her damn heart
Chasing these damn songs
Thinking man, it ain't that hard
Strum some chords on an old guitar
Do some shots in a smokey bar
And everybody knows your name
'Til they're changing out the marquee sign
Then that darkness comes to find you
And everyone's gone home and the lights go down
Yeah, that's the part, they don't tell you about
That they don't tell you about
Watchin' the world through the windowpane
From the second row of the ten man van
That you've been calling home
It ain't quite the life you dreamed about
When mama calls and you miss out
'Cause you're on stage at a damned ol' one off show
They tell you 'bout the old guitars
The songs that bought the house and cars
And how your hometown's proud of where you are
And your name up on the marquee sign
But not the dark that comes to find you
Every single time them lights go down
Yeah, that's the part, they don't tell you about
You try to dry her eyes, from a thousand miles apart
And hope that Band-Aid on her heart
Sticks just long enough for you to make it home
She feels like she comes in second place
To plaques on walls and long highways
She needs something more than words to hold on to
They tell you 'bout the old guitars
The songs that bought the house and cars
And how your hometown's proud of where you are
And they tell you 'bout the girls you'll get
But not the one you're gonna miss
While they scream your name again in some small town
Yeah, that's the part, they don't tell you about
When you're doing it all right
And man it still feels wrong
Breakin' her damn heart
Chasing these damn songs
Thinking man, it ain't that hard
Strum some chords on an old guitar
Do some shots in a smokey bar
And everybody knows your name
'Til they're changing out the marquee sign
Then that darkness comes to find you
And everyone's gone home and the lights go down
Yeah, that's the part, they don't tell you about
That they don't tell you about
Writer: Kenton Mccreary Bryant, Luke Albert Combs, Raymond Morgan Lloyd Fulcher
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Combs recorded Growin' Up and Gettin' Old together, but decided to release them as two separate albums. The title of the first promotional single, "Growin' Up and Gettin' Old" combines the two, and the two cover artworks can also be placed side by side.
Combs co-wrote 15 of the 18 tracks, and the album also includes a cover of Tracy Chapman's "Fast Car".
Performed By:
Luke CombsCombs co-wrote 15 of the 18 tracks, and the album also includes a cover of Tracy Chapman's "Fast Car".
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Producer Luke Combs, Chip Matthews, Jonathan Singleton
Released: March 24th, 2023
Year: 2023