I've had a largemouth bass bust my line
A couple beautiful girls tell me, "Goodbye"
Trucks break down, dogs run off
Politicians lie, been fired by the boss
It takes one hand to count the things I can count on
No, there ain't much, man, that ain't ever let me down
Longneck ice cold beer never broke my heart
Like diamond rings and football teams have torn this boy apart
Like a neon dream, it just dawned on me, that bars and this guitar
And longneck ice cold beer never broke my heart
She was a Carolina blue jean baby
Fire in her eyes that drove me crazy
It was red tail lights when she left town
If I didn't know then, I sure know now
But longneck ice cold beer never broke my heart
Like diamond rings and football teams have torn this boy apart
Like a neon dream, it just dawned on me, that bars and this guitar
And longneck ice cold beer never broke my heart
Well, it takes one hand to count the things I can count on
But I got one hand that's gripping down on a cold one
'Cause longneck ice cold beer never broke my heart
Like diamond rings and football teams have torn this boy apart
Like a neon dream, it just dawned on me, that bars and this guitar
And longneck ice cold beer never broke my heart, no
It never broke my heart
Luke Combs - What You See Is What You Get Album Lyrics
Luke Combs - What You See Is What You Get Lyrics
Writer: Jonathan Singleton, Luke Combs, Randy Montana
Copyright: Lyrics © ENDURANCE MUSIC GROUP, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © ENDURANCE MUSIC GROUP, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Refrigerator Door
There's daddy on his John Deere, brand new in '96
Beside me and Bandit playing fetch when I was a kid
A save-the-date, best day of my best buddy's life
Anybody else could walk on by, and not blink an eye
'Cause they're just pictures hangin' side by side
Forgotten memories from another time
Just the places that I've been before
Couple magnets, recipes, and Polaroids
Yeah, but that's my life on the 'frigerator door
My first day in kindergarten when I was 5 years old
A postcard that my cousin sent from Cancun, Mexico
A list of what mama needs from the IGA today
It's just one small part of a work of art signed Kenmore in '98
With all those pictures hangin' side by side
Forgotten memories from another time
And all the places that I've been before
Couple magnets, recipes, and Polaroids
Yeah, but that's my life on the 'frigerator door
As life flies by, it spills onto the side
Until it's covered top to bottom with the best days of your life
And all those pictures hangin' side by side
Forgotten memories from another time
And all the places that you've been before
Couple magnets, recipes, and Polaroids
Yeah, but that's our lives on the 'frigerator door
On the 'frigerator door
Beside me and Bandit playing fetch when I was a kid
A save-the-date, best day of my best buddy's life
Anybody else could walk on by, and not blink an eye
'Cause they're just pictures hangin' side by side
Forgotten memories from another time
Just the places that I've been before
Couple magnets, recipes, and Polaroids
Yeah, but that's my life on the 'frigerator door
My first day in kindergarten when I was 5 years old
A postcard that my cousin sent from Cancun, Mexico
A list of what mama needs from the IGA today
It's just one small part of a work of art signed Kenmore in '98
With all those pictures hangin' side by side
Forgotten memories from another time
And all the places that I've been before
Couple magnets, recipes, and Polaroids
Yeah, but that's my life on the 'frigerator door
As life flies by, it spills onto the side
Until it's covered top to bottom with the best days of your life
And all those pictures hangin' side by side
Forgotten memories from another time
And all the places that you've been before
Couple magnets, recipes, and Polaroids
Yeah, but that's our lives on the 'frigerator door
On the 'frigerator door
Writer: Jordan Brooker, Luke Combs
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Even Though Im Leaving
Daddy, I'm afraid, won't you stay a little while?
Keep me safe 'cause there's monsters right outside
Daddy, please don't go, I don't wanna be alone
'Cause the second that you're gone they're gonna know
Before he went to bed he grabbed my hand and said
Just 'cause I'm leavin'
It don't mean that I won't be right by your side
When you need me
And you can't see me in the middle of the night
Just close your eyes and say a prayer
It's okay, I know you're scared when I'm not here
But I'll always be right there
Even though I'm leavin', I ain't goin' nowhere
Dad, we'll be late, and Uncle Sam don't like to wait
He's got a big old plane that's gonna take me far away
I know I act tough, but there's a churnin' in my gut
'Cause I just can't call you up when things get rough
Before I left, he hugged my neck and said
Just 'cause you're leavin'
It don't mean that I won't be right by your side
When you need me
And you can't see me in the middle of the night
Just close your eyes and say a prayer
It's okay, I know you're scared, I might be here
But I'll always be right there
Even though you're leavin', I ain't goin' nowhere
Daddy, I'm afraid, won't you stay a little while?
I never thought I'd see the day I had to say goodbye
Daddy, please don't go, I can't do this on my own
There's no way that I can walk this road alone
Well, daddy grabbed my hand and said
Just 'cause I'm leavin'
It don't mean that I won't be right by your side
When you need me
And you can't see me in the middle of the night
Just close your eyes and say a prayer
It's okay, boy, I ain't scared
I won't be here, but I'll always be right there
Even though I'm leavin', I ain't goin' nowhere
I ain't goin' nowhere
Keep me safe 'cause there's monsters right outside
Daddy, please don't go, I don't wanna be alone
'Cause the second that you're gone they're gonna know
Before he went to bed he grabbed my hand and said
Just 'cause I'm leavin'
It don't mean that I won't be right by your side
When you need me
And you can't see me in the middle of the night
Just close your eyes and say a prayer
It's okay, I know you're scared when I'm not here
But I'll always be right there
Even though I'm leavin', I ain't goin' nowhere
Dad, we'll be late, and Uncle Sam don't like to wait
He's got a big old plane that's gonna take me far away
I know I act tough, but there's a churnin' in my gut
'Cause I just can't call you up when things get rough
Before I left, he hugged my neck and said
Just 'cause you're leavin'
It don't mean that I won't be right by your side
When you need me
And you can't see me in the middle of the night
Just close your eyes and say a prayer
It's okay, I know you're scared, I might be here
But I'll always be right there
Even though you're leavin', I ain't goin' nowhere
Daddy, I'm afraid, won't you stay a little while?
I never thought I'd see the day I had to say goodbye
Daddy, please don't go, I can't do this on my own
There's no way that I can walk this road alone
Well, daddy grabbed my hand and said
Just 'cause I'm leavin'
It don't mean that I won't be right by your side
When you need me
And you can't see me in the middle of the night
Just close your eyes and say a prayer
It's okay, boy, I ain't scared
I won't be here, but I'll always be right there
Even though I'm leavin', I ain't goin' nowhere
I ain't goin' nowhere
Writer: Luke Combs, Ray Fulcher, Wyatt Durrette
Copyright: Lyrics © BLACKSTONE ENTERTAINMENT, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, ENDURANCE MUSIC GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © BLACKSTONE ENTERTAINMENT, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, ENDURANCE MUSIC GROUP
Lovin On You
Don't get me wrong, I like a bobber on the water
Hookin' 'em and reelin' 'em in
I like a Friday night slow ride, Brooks & Dunn, B-side
Hit rewind, spin it again
I like a strong shot of whiskey, the way a Marlboro hits me
Some broken-in cowboy boots
But I'm in love and lovin' on you
I feel that rush soon as you walk in a room
I can't get enough of you, honey, you're right on the money
I'm a junkie for your midnight moves
I'm in love and lovin' on you
I like a sunrise, duck blind, birdie on a par 5
Miller Light before noon
I like a two-door old Ford, wood board, back porch
Three chords and the truth
But I'm in love and lovin' on you
I feel that rush soon as you walk in a room
I can't get enough of you, honey, you're right on the money
I'm a junkie for your midnight moves
I'm in love and lovin' on you
Girl, I'm in love and lovin' on you
I feel that rush soon as you walk in a room
I can't get enough of you, honey, you're right on the money
I'm a junkie for your midnight moves
I'm in love and lovin' on you
I'm in love and lovin' on you
Hookin' 'em and reelin' 'em in
I like a Friday night slow ride, Brooks & Dunn, B-side
Hit rewind, spin it again
I like a strong shot of whiskey, the way a Marlboro hits me
Some broken-in cowboy boots
But I'm in love and lovin' on you
I feel that rush soon as you walk in a room
I can't get enough of you, honey, you're right on the money
I'm a junkie for your midnight moves
I'm in love and lovin' on you
I like a sunrise, duck blind, birdie on a par 5
Miller Light before noon
I like a two-door old Ford, wood board, back porch
Three chords and the truth
But I'm in love and lovin' on you
I feel that rush soon as you walk in a room
I can't get enough of you, honey, you're right on the money
I'm a junkie for your midnight moves
I'm in love and lovin' on you
Girl, I'm in love and lovin' on you
I feel that rush soon as you walk in a room
I can't get enough of you, honey, you're right on the money
I'm a junkie for your midnight moves
I'm in love and lovin' on you
I'm in love and lovin' on you
Writer: James McNair, Luke Albert Combs, Ray Fulcher, Thomas Archer
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Moon Over Mexico
I can still see your blue-sky blue-eyes
Hangin' on a mango kiss
Hear the waves and the breeze and the Joshua trees
Was just about as good as it gets
Taste the salt on the rim, feel the sand on your skin
And the wild in the wind like I'm right there again
Under a moon over Mexico
Holdin' onto you as the low tide rolls
Whatever that buzz was, I ain't felt it since
But I can't seem to let it go
And there was a shine in the dark, a flame from a spark
And a lime in a Pacifico
Under a moon over Mexico
The second I left I was kickin' myself
'Cause I knew I should've stayed
Still tequila love drunk, from us wakin' up
Under the Cabo palm-leaf shade
And it's crazy I know, but I'd give anything to go
To you and me on that coast, in the midnight glow
Of a moon over Mexico
Holdin' onto you as the low tide rolls
Whatever that buzz was, I ain't felt it since
But I can't seem to let it go
And there was a shine in the dark, a flame from a spark
And a lime in a Pacifico
Under a moon over Mexico
Taste the salt on the rim, feel the sand on your skin
And the wild in the wind, like I'm right there again
Under a moon over Mexico (Mexico)
Holdin' onto you as the low tide rolls (as the low tide rolls)
Whatever that buzz was, I ain't felt it since
But I can't seem to let it go
And there was a shine in the dark, a flame from a spark
And a lime in a Pacifico
Under a moon over Mexico
Under a moon over Mexico
Over Mexico
Hangin' on a mango kiss
Hear the waves and the breeze and the Joshua trees
Was just about as good as it gets
Taste the salt on the rim, feel the sand on your skin
And the wild in the wind like I'm right there again
Under a moon over Mexico
Holdin' onto you as the low tide rolls
Whatever that buzz was, I ain't felt it since
But I can't seem to let it go
And there was a shine in the dark, a flame from a spark
And a lime in a Pacifico
Under a moon over Mexico
The second I left I was kickin' myself
'Cause I knew I should've stayed
Still tequila love drunk, from us wakin' up
Under the Cabo palm-leaf shade
And it's crazy I know, but I'd give anything to go
To you and me on that coast, in the midnight glow
Of a moon over Mexico
Holdin' onto you as the low tide rolls
Whatever that buzz was, I ain't felt it since
But I can't seem to let it go
And there was a shine in the dark, a flame from a spark
And a lime in a Pacifico
Under a moon over Mexico
Taste the salt on the rim, feel the sand on your skin
And the wild in the wind, like I'm right there again
Under a moon over Mexico (Mexico)
Holdin' onto you as the low tide rolls (as the low tide rolls)
Whatever that buzz was, I ain't felt it since
But I can't seem to let it go
And there was a shine in the dark, a flame from a spark
And a lime in a Pacifico
Under a moon over Mexico
Under a moon over Mexico
Over Mexico
Writer: Dan Isbell, Jonathan Singleton, Luke Combs, Ray Fulcher
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
1 2 Many
Well, I got a call from Rowdy 'round six o'clock
Sayin' he caught a hankerin' for a honky tonk
Wants an ice cold beer and a country song
But he didn't want to stay out all night long
Well, I ain't the kind to let a buddy drink alone
But I can't turn it off once I turn it on
There's no stoppin' me once I get goin'
Put a can in my hand, man, I'm wide ass open
The tick-tock of that clock is like a time bomb
By half-past-ten, I'm half past tipsy
At quarter-to-twelve, man, I done had plenty
The countdown's on when the first beer hits me
5-4-3-2-1 too many
After five diet Millers I was feelin' loose
Singin' karaoke to a TL tune
When a pretty little thing shot me a wink
She said, "Hey cowboy, could you buy us a drink?"
Well hey, baby doll, I will if you want
But I can't turn it off once I turn it on
There's no stoppin' me once I get goin'
Put a can in my hand, man, I'm wide ass open
The tick-tock of that clock is like a time bomb
By half-past-ten, I'm half past tipsy
At quarter-to-twelve, man, I done had plenty
The countdown's on when the first beer hits me
5-4-3-2-1 too many
Come on!
Nah, I never been the kind to quit
Won't stop 'til I get to the bottom of this
And the night's still young
So whatcha say we shotgun one?
Yeah, we'll shoot one with you, Luke, come on Ronnie!
There's no stoppin' me once I get to goin'
Put a can in my hand, man, I'm wide ass open
The tick-tock of that clock is like a time bomb
Yeah, by half-past-ten, I'm half past tipsy
At quarter-to-twelve, man, I done had plenty
The countdown's on when the first beer hits me
5-4-3-2-1 too many
Yeah, 5-4-3-2-1 too many
Come on, that's a country song right there, f*ck
Sayin' he caught a hankerin' for a honky tonk
Wants an ice cold beer and a country song
But he didn't want to stay out all night long
Well, I ain't the kind to let a buddy drink alone
But I can't turn it off once I turn it on
There's no stoppin' me once I get goin'
Put a can in my hand, man, I'm wide ass open
The tick-tock of that clock is like a time bomb
By half-past-ten, I'm half past tipsy
At quarter-to-twelve, man, I done had plenty
The countdown's on when the first beer hits me
5-4-3-2-1 too many
After five diet Millers I was feelin' loose
Singin' karaoke to a TL tune
When a pretty little thing shot me a wink
She said, "Hey cowboy, could you buy us a drink?"
Well hey, baby doll, I will if you want
But I can't turn it off once I turn it on
There's no stoppin' me once I get goin'
Put a can in my hand, man, I'm wide ass open
The tick-tock of that clock is like a time bomb
By half-past-ten, I'm half past tipsy
At quarter-to-twelve, man, I done had plenty
The countdown's on when the first beer hits me
5-4-3-2-1 too many
Come on!
Nah, I never been the kind to quit
Won't stop 'til I get to the bottom of this
And the night's still young
So whatcha say we shotgun one?
Yeah, we'll shoot one with you, Luke, come on Ronnie!
There's no stoppin' me once I get to goin'
Put a can in my hand, man, I'm wide ass open
The tick-tock of that clock is like a time bomb
Yeah, by half-past-ten, I'm half past tipsy
At quarter-to-twelve, man, I done had plenty
The countdown's on when the first beer hits me
5-4-3-2-1 too many
Yeah, 5-4-3-2-1 too many
Come on, that's a country song right there, f*ck
Writer: Dan Isbell, Drew Parker, Luke Combs, Tyler King
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Blue Collar Boys
We were just river kids
Pickin' up stones like David did
Watchin' them longnecks break off of freight train bridge
We went to church in a Detroit car
Our daddies drank draft at the local bar
With an achin' back just like old granddad did
And we like cold keg beer and fixin' up trucks
Old bird dogs and the woman we love
Maxwell House steamin' out of a coffee cup
We say our prayers, send 'em to the sky
Bust our backs, barely getting by
Carolina to California up to Illinois
Yeah, there's guys like us
Blue collar boys
We're the white paint peeling off a picket fence
The rust stains covering a Craftsman wrench
When the sun's coming up you can bet we're clocking in
Cash our paycheck, two day break, and do it again
We like cold keg beer and fixin' up trucks
Old bird dogs and the woman we love
Maxwell House steamin' out of a coffee cup
We say our prayers, send 'em to the sky
Bust our backs, barely getting by
Carolina to California up to Illinois
Yeah, there's guys like us
Blue collar boys
We're worn out boots and old Levi's
The wind behind the stars and stripes
And we like cold keg beer and fixin' up trucks
Old bird dogs and the woman we love
Maxwell House steamin' out of a coffee cup
We say our prayers, send 'em to the sky
Bust our backs, barely getting by
Carolina to California up to Illinois
Yeah, there's guys like us
Yeah, there's guys like us
Blue collar boys
Blue collar boys
Pickin' up stones like David did
Watchin' them longnecks break off of freight train bridge
We went to church in a Detroit car
Our daddies drank draft at the local bar
With an achin' back just like old granddad did
And we like cold keg beer and fixin' up trucks
Old bird dogs and the woman we love
Maxwell House steamin' out of a coffee cup
We say our prayers, send 'em to the sky
Bust our backs, barely getting by
Carolina to California up to Illinois
Yeah, there's guys like us
Blue collar boys
We're the white paint peeling off a picket fence
The rust stains covering a Craftsman wrench
When the sun's coming up you can bet we're clocking in
Cash our paycheck, two day break, and do it again
We like cold keg beer and fixin' up trucks
Old bird dogs and the woman we love
Maxwell House steamin' out of a coffee cup
We say our prayers, send 'em to the sky
Bust our backs, barely getting by
Carolina to California up to Illinois
Yeah, there's guys like us
Blue collar boys
We're worn out boots and old Levi's
The wind behind the stars and stripes
And we like cold keg beer and fixin' up trucks
Old bird dogs and the woman we love
Maxwell House steamin' out of a coffee cup
We say our prayers, send 'em to the sky
Bust our backs, barely getting by
Carolina to California up to Illinois
Yeah, there's guys like us
Yeah, there's guys like us
Blue collar boys
Blue collar boys
Writer: Derrick Moody, Erik Anderson, Luke Combs, Ray Fulcher
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
New Every Day
I always thought the whiskey was just somethin' that you sipped
I always thought a smoke was somethin' I'd never do again
I thought I was in control
And I was on a roll
I never thought a picture was enough break me down
I never knew a king size bed was just another place to drown
Or how lonely lonely sounds
But man, I get it now
I'm learnin' somethin' new every day
All about goodbyes, about overs
All about hang-ups and hangovers
Things I never knew about me
I'm findin' out now since the
Day you made us go our separate ways
Well, I'm learnin' somethin' new every day
I thought I knew it all, but girl, I guess you're showin' me
I'm findin' out how freedom can feel anything but free
And how hurtin' hurts like hell
Yeah, as far as I can tell
I'm learnin' somethin' new every day
All about goodbyes, about overs
All about hang-ups and hangovers
Things I never knew about me
I'm findin' out now since the
Day you made us go our separate ways
Well, I'm learnin' somethin' new every day
Soon as it's gone I find out
Your memory is still around
And here to stay
Well, I'm learnin' somethin' new every day
All about goodbyes, about overs
All about hang-ups and hangovers
Things I never knew about me
I'm findin' out now since the
Day you made us go our separate ways
Well, I'm learnin' somethin' new
I guess you could say
That I'm learnin' something new every day
(Every day)
I always thought a smoke was somethin' I'd never do again
I thought I was in control
And I was on a roll
I never thought a picture was enough break me down
I never knew a king size bed was just another place to drown
Or how lonely lonely sounds
But man, I get it now
I'm learnin' somethin' new every day
All about goodbyes, about overs
All about hang-ups and hangovers
Things I never knew about me
I'm findin' out now since the
Day you made us go our separate ways
Well, I'm learnin' somethin' new every day
I thought I knew it all, but girl, I guess you're showin' me
I'm findin' out how freedom can feel anything but free
And how hurtin' hurts like hell
Yeah, as far as I can tell
I'm learnin' somethin' new every day
All about goodbyes, about overs
All about hang-ups and hangovers
Things I never knew about me
I'm findin' out now since the
Day you made us go our separate ways
Well, I'm learnin' somethin' new every day
Soon as it's gone I find out
Your memory is still around
And here to stay
Well, I'm learnin' somethin' new every day
All about goodbyes, about overs
All about hang-ups and hangovers
Things I never knew about me
I'm findin' out now since the
Day you made us go our separate ways
Well, I'm learnin' somethin' new
I guess you could say
That I'm learnin' something new every day
(Every day)
Writer: Josh Thompson, Luke Combs, Ray Fulcher
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Reasons
I don't know why you can't buy wine 'round here on Sundays
Or an ice cold beer at a college football game
I don't know why at eighteen mama gave me a curfew
But it was, "son you're under my roof, then you're under my rules"
I guess it's all apart of a bigger plan
Some of it I'll never understand
But they got their reasons just like you
When you walked out of my life when you didn't have to
You send me reeling, there's nothing I can do
About you takin' my heart and breakin' it right in two
So if you see me soaking in these thoughts I'm thinkin'
Drowin' in some bar room off the deep end
I got my reasons
I don't know why them uptown guys sittin' three seats from me
Raisin' 'em up just as fast as they can put 'em down
Why that old timer wants the Yankees on the TV
And the barkeep keeps buyin' that one girl free rounds
But they got their reasons just like you
When you walked out of my life when you didn't have to
You send me reeling, there's nothing I can do
About you takin' my heart and breakin' it right in two
So if you see me soaking in these thoughts I'm thinkin'
Drowin' in some bar room off the deep end
I got my reasons
Some are good, and some are bad
Some are true, and some are sad
Everyone's got some, but I need one that brings you back
We all got our reasons, just like you
When you walked out of my life when you didn't have to
You send me reeling, there's nothing I can do
About you takin' my heart and breakin' it right in two
So if you see me soaking in these thoughts I'm thinkin'
Drowin' in some bar room off the deep end
I got my reasons
Whoa, I got my reasons
Yeah, I got my reasons
Or an ice cold beer at a college football game
I don't know why at eighteen mama gave me a curfew
But it was, "son you're under my roof, then you're under my rules"
I guess it's all apart of a bigger plan
Some of it I'll never understand
But they got their reasons just like you
When you walked out of my life when you didn't have to
You send me reeling, there's nothing I can do
About you takin' my heart and breakin' it right in two
So if you see me soaking in these thoughts I'm thinkin'
Drowin' in some bar room off the deep end
I got my reasons
I don't know why them uptown guys sittin' three seats from me
Raisin' 'em up just as fast as they can put 'em down
Why that old timer wants the Yankees on the TV
And the barkeep keeps buyin' that one girl free rounds
But they got their reasons just like you
When you walked out of my life when you didn't have to
You send me reeling, there's nothing I can do
About you takin' my heart and breakin' it right in two
So if you see me soaking in these thoughts I'm thinkin'
Drowin' in some bar room off the deep end
I got my reasons
Some are good, and some are bad
Some are true, and some are sad
Everyone's got some, but I need one that brings you back
We all got our reasons, just like you
When you walked out of my life when you didn't have to
You send me reeling, there's nothing I can do
About you takin' my heart and breakin' it right in two
So if you see me soaking in these thoughts I'm thinkin'
Drowin' in some bar room off the deep end
I got my reasons
Whoa, I got my reasons
Yeah, I got my reasons
Writer: James McNair, Luke Combs, Ray Fulcher
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Every Little Bit Helps
This futon I crashed on in college, well it ain't all bad
But at least it don't smell like you
Patron up on the counter, well it ain't your red
And them long stems are long gone too
Put that record on, took your pictures off the shelf
Oh, 'cause every little bit helps
Might not get me all the way over you
But every little bit gets me a little bit closer to
Walkin' right out of your valley of the shadow of death
Step by step I'm gettin'
Out from under that spell you put on me
I know you just left and I know I might only be
One night into your goodbye, gone kinda hell
Oh, but every little bit helps
And this fiver, might only spin my tires to the other side of town
But at least I'm out of this house
And this dive's tired of playin' man it ain't my sound
But at least they're playin' it loud
Two beers in and I'll be long gone come 12
Oh, 'cause every little bit helps
Might not get me all the way over you
But every little bit gets me a little bit closer to
Walkin' right out of your valley of the shadow of death
Step by step I'm gettin'
Out from under that spell you put on me
I know you just left and I know I might only be
One night into your goodbye, gone kinda hell
Oh, but every little bit helps
Every sip, every drink
That girl, that wink
Ain't much but I think
That every little bit helps
Might not get me all the way over you
But every little bit gets me a little bit closer to
Walkin' right out of your valley of the shadow of death
Step by step I'm gettin'
Out from under that spell you put on me
I know you just left and I know I might only be
One night into your goodbye, gone kinda hell
Oh, but every little bit helps
Oh, yeah, every little bit helps
But at least it don't smell like you
Patron up on the counter, well it ain't your red
And them long stems are long gone too
Put that record on, took your pictures off the shelf
Oh, 'cause every little bit helps
Might not get me all the way over you
But every little bit gets me a little bit closer to
Walkin' right out of your valley of the shadow of death
Step by step I'm gettin'
Out from under that spell you put on me
I know you just left and I know I might only be
One night into your goodbye, gone kinda hell
Oh, but every little bit helps
And this fiver, might only spin my tires to the other side of town
But at least I'm out of this house
And this dive's tired of playin' man it ain't my sound
But at least they're playin' it loud
Two beers in and I'll be long gone come 12
Oh, 'cause every little bit helps
Might not get me all the way over you
But every little bit gets me a little bit closer to
Walkin' right out of your valley of the shadow of death
Step by step I'm gettin'
Out from under that spell you put on me
I know you just left and I know I might only be
One night into your goodbye, gone kinda hell
Oh, but every little bit helps
Every sip, every drink
That girl, that wink
Ain't much but I think
That every little bit helps
Might not get me all the way over you
But every little bit gets me a little bit closer to
Walkin' right out of your valley of the shadow of death
Step by step I'm gettin'
Out from under that spell you put on me
I know you just left and I know I might only be
One night into your goodbye, gone kinda hell
Oh, but every little bit helps
Oh, yeah, every little bit helps
Writer: James McNair, 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.
Dear Today
Dear today, tomorrow here
Man I was just checkin' in
Hope you've been well
Me, I'm doin' alright
Could always be better
Seeing as you're the only one with a choice in the matter
If I know you, hell, you're too busy
To do damn near anything that you ought to
Guess what I'm sayin' is, is if you don't change
Boy, you'll be kickin' yourself one of these days
So maybe you should call our mama
Have a drink with our old man
Quit wastin' our sweet time
And put that diamond on her hand
Stop takin' me for granted
Like I'll always be around
'Cause even as you read this, boy, that clock is tickin' down
And remember every second I've got's borrowed
So I hope you think of me today
Sincerely, tomorrow
Listen, I ain't tryin' to bring you down
'Cause I know damn better than pushin' you around
I guess I was just lookin' out for you and me both
'Cause we both lose if I told you so
So maybe you should call our mama
Have a drink with our old man
Quit wastin' our sweet time
And put that diamond on her hand
Stop takin' me for granted
Like I'll always be around
'Cause even as you read this, boy, that clock is tickin' down
And remember every second I've got's borrowed
So I hope you think of me today
Sincerely, tomorrow
Dear today, tomorrow here
Man I was just checkin' in
Hope you've been well
Man I was just checkin' in
Hope you've been well
Me, I'm doin' alright
Could always be better
Seeing as you're the only one with a choice in the matter
If I know you, hell, you're too busy
To do damn near anything that you ought to
Guess what I'm sayin' is, is if you don't change
Boy, you'll be kickin' yourself one of these days
So maybe you should call our mama
Have a drink with our old man
Quit wastin' our sweet time
And put that diamond on her hand
Stop takin' me for granted
Like I'll always be around
'Cause even as you read this, boy, that clock is tickin' down
And remember every second I've got's borrowed
So I hope you think of me today
Sincerely, tomorrow
Listen, I ain't tryin' to bring you down
'Cause I know damn better than pushin' you around
I guess I was just lookin' out for you and me both
'Cause we both lose if I told you so
So maybe you should call our mama
Have a drink with our old man
Quit wastin' our sweet time
And put that diamond on her hand
Stop takin' me for granted
Like I'll always be around
'Cause even as you read this, boy, that clock is tickin' down
And remember every second I've got's borrowed
So I hope you think of me today
Sincerely, tomorrow
Dear today, tomorrow here
Man I was just checkin' in
Hope you've been well
Writer: Erik Dylan, Luke Albert Combs, Robert Snyder
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
What You See Is What You Get
I'm a puzzle
I'm a walking contradiction
And far from mint condition
'Cause there's pieces I can't find
Sometimes trouble
A can of cope, a day addiction
With set in stone convictions
And a no bend bottom line
I'm an easy read but I ain't no open book
Got a knack for making things harder than they look
I'm a straight shootin'
Beer drinkin', rule breakin'
Don't think I won't take a good thing too far
I'm a midnightin', backslidin'
Getaway car drivin'
Runnin' away with your heart
I guess, be careful what you wish for, is all I meant when I said
What you see is what you get
At least I'm honest
I don't spin it like a record
And I ain't acting like I'm better
Than you know I really am
Yeah, you're dead on it
You got me figured, I'll admit it
Set in my ways hard-headed
But hell, I do the best I can
I'm a straight shootin'
Beer drinkin', rule breakin'
Don't think I won't take a good thing too far
I'm a midnightin', backslidin'
Getaway car drivin'
Runnin' away with your heart
I guess, be careful what you wish for, is all I meant when I said
What you see is what you get
With me ain't no tricks up these sleeves
An acquired taste, a constant work in progress
I'm a straight shootin'
Beer drinkin', rule breakin'
Don't think I won't take a good thing too far
I'm a midnightin', backslidin'
Getaway car drivin'
Runnin' away with your heart
I guess, be careful what you wish for, is all I meant when I said
What you see is what you get
What you see is what you get
What you get baby
I'm a walking contradiction
And far from mint condition
'Cause there's pieces I can't find
Sometimes trouble
A can of cope, a day addiction
With set in stone convictions
And a no bend bottom line
I'm an easy read but I ain't no open book
Got a knack for making things harder than they look
I'm a straight shootin'
Beer drinkin', rule breakin'
Don't think I won't take a good thing too far
I'm a midnightin', backslidin'
Getaway car drivin'
Runnin' away with your heart
I guess, be careful what you wish for, is all I meant when I said
What you see is what you get
At least I'm honest
I don't spin it like a record
And I ain't acting like I'm better
Than you know I really am
Yeah, you're dead on it
You got me figured, I'll admit it
Set in my ways hard-headed
But hell, I do the best I can
I'm a straight shootin'
Beer drinkin', rule breakin'
Don't think I won't take a good thing too far
I'm a midnightin', backslidin'
Getaway car drivin'
Runnin' away with your heart
I guess, be careful what you wish for, is all I meant when I said
What you see is what you get
With me ain't no tricks up these sleeves
An acquired taste, a constant work in progress
I'm a straight shootin'
Beer drinkin', rule breakin'
Don't think I won't take a good thing too far
I'm a midnightin', backslidin'
Getaway car drivin'
Runnin' away with your heart
I guess, be careful what you wish for, is all I meant when I said
What you see is what you get
What you see is what you get
What you get baby
Writer: Luke Albert Combs, Barry George Dean, Jonathan David Singleton, Noah Kahan
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Does To Me
I was a third string dreamer on a second place team
But I was hell on wheels with a full head of steam
When coach put me in
And I'm still proud of that hit
I was a last resort to go to prom with the queen
Thanks to an ex-boyfriend who broke her heart that week
No, I didn't get lucky
But I still felt like a king
And that might not mean much to you
But it does to me
So say I'm a middle of the road
Not much to show
Underachieving, average Joe
But I'm a hell of a lover
A damn good brother
And I wear this heart on my sleeve
And that might not mean much to you
But it does to me
I was the one phone call when my brother went to jail
Pawned my guitar just to pay his bail
No, I'll never get it back
But I'm okay with that
I was the first man standing next to my best friend
The day the love of his life said "I do" to him
I was a couple beers deep
But I still remembered that speech
And that might not mean much to you
But it does to me
So say I'm a middle of the road
Not much to show
Underachieving, average Joe
But I'm a hell of a lover
A damn good brother
And I wear this heart on my sleeve
And that might not mean much to you
But it does to me
There's a worn out blade that my granddaddy gave me
My mama's first Bible, daddy's Don Williams vinyl
That first-fish-catching Zebco thirty three
Well, that might not mean much to you
But it does to me
So say I'm a middle of the road
Not much to show
Underachieving, average Joe (average Joe)
But I'm a hell of a lover
A damn good brother
And I wear this heart on my sleeve
And I'm a damn hard working
One thing's for certain
I stand up for what I believe
That might not mean much to you
But it does to me
Yeah, it does to me
That might not mean much to you
But it does to me
Oh, it does to me
Oh man, it does to me
But I was hell on wheels with a full head of steam
When coach put me in
And I'm still proud of that hit
I was a last resort to go to prom with the queen
Thanks to an ex-boyfriend who broke her heart that week
No, I didn't get lucky
But I still felt like a king
And that might not mean much to you
But it does to me
So say I'm a middle of the road
Not much to show
Underachieving, average Joe
But I'm a hell of a lover
A damn good brother
And I wear this heart on my sleeve
And that might not mean much to you
But it does to me
I was the one phone call when my brother went to jail
Pawned my guitar just to pay his bail
No, I'll never get it back
But I'm okay with that
I was the first man standing next to my best friend
The day the love of his life said "I do" to him
I was a couple beers deep
But I still remembered that speech
And that might not mean much to you
But it does to me
So say I'm a middle of the road
Not much to show
Underachieving, average Joe
But I'm a hell of a lover
A damn good brother
And I wear this heart on my sleeve
And that might not mean much to you
But it does to me
There's a worn out blade that my granddaddy gave me
My mama's first Bible, daddy's Don Williams vinyl
That first-fish-catching Zebco thirty three
Well, that might not mean much to you
But it does to me
So say I'm a middle of the road
Not much to show
Underachieving, average Joe (average Joe)
But I'm a hell of a lover
A damn good brother
And I wear this heart on my sleeve
And I'm a damn hard working
One thing's for certain
I stand up for what I believe
That might not mean much to you
But it does to me
Yeah, it does to me
That might not mean much to you
But it does to me
Oh, it does to me
Oh man, it does to me
Writer: Luke Combs, Ray Fulcher, Tyler Reeve
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, ENDURANCE MUSIC GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, ENDURANCE MUSIC GROUP
Angels Workin Overtime
I'm a 50 hour paycheck
Ain't slept a damn wink
Moth to a neon light
I'm a 9 to 5, 10 to 2
Shower in between the two
Let it ride kinda guy
'Cause I got my
Angels workin' overtime
Punchin' that time clock
Wearin' them wings off
Wishin' I was someone else
Ridin' 'round crazy
Just tryin' to save me
Is puttin' 'em straight through hell
My mama's been praying
Daddy's been saying
"Son, how the hell you get by?"
'Cause I got my
Angels workin' overtime
I got some barstool best friends
Little off the deep end
That's my kinda crowd
A little rough around the edges
Get a little reckless
Might get a little too loud
But we'll be fine
With our angels workin' overtime
Punchin' that time clock
Wearin' them wings off
Wishin' I was someone else
Ridin' 'round crazy
Just tryin' to save me
Is puttin' 'em straight through hell
Yeah, my mama's been praying
Daddy's been saying
"Son, how the hell you get by?"
'Cause I got my
Angels workin' overtime
C'mon now
Ooh, Gary sounds good on that steel
C'mon, c'mon Ben
Punchin' that time clock
Wearin' them wings off
Wishin' I was someone else
Ridin' 'round crazy
Just tryin' to save me
Is puttin' 'em straight through hell
Yeah, my mama's been praying
Daddy's been saying
"Son, how the hell you get by?"
'Cause I got my
Angels workin' overtime
Ah, oh I got my
Angels workin' overtime
Time to clock in, boys
C'mon
Angels workin' overtime
Ain't slept a damn wink
Moth to a neon light
I'm a 9 to 5, 10 to 2
Shower in between the two
Let it ride kinda guy
'Cause I got my
Angels workin' overtime
Punchin' that time clock
Wearin' them wings off
Wishin' I was someone else
Ridin' 'round crazy
Just tryin' to save me
Is puttin' 'em straight through hell
My mama's been praying
Daddy's been saying
"Son, how the hell you get by?"
'Cause I got my
Angels workin' overtime
I got some barstool best friends
Little off the deep end
That's my kinda crowd
A little rough around the edges
Get a little reckless
Might get a little too loud
But we'll be fine
With our angels workin' overtime
Punchin' that time clock
Wearin' them wings off
Wishin' I was someone else
Ridin' 'round crazy
Just tryin' to save me
Is puttin' 'em straight through hell
Yeah, my mama's been praying
Daddy's been saying
"Son, how the hell you get by?"
'Cause I got my
Angels workin' overtime
C'mon now
Ooh, Gary sounds good on that steel
C'mon, c'mon Ben
Punchin' that time clock
Wearin' them wings off
Wishin' I was someone else
Ridin' 'round crazy
Just tryin' to save me
Is puttin' 'em straight through hell
Yeah, my mama's been praying
Daddy's been saying
"Son, how the hell you get by?"
'Cause I got my
Angels workin' overtime
Ah, oh I got my
Angels workin' overtime
Time to clock in, boys
C'mon
Angels workin' overtime
Writer: Josh Thompson, Josh Michael Phillips, Luke Albert Combs
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
All Over Again
Feels so familiar
You walking in here
Wearing just what you know makes me weak
And I'm already ordering you a drink
Baby, and then we're
Gonna get out of here
Just like the last time and the time before
We're at your house and through the door
And we're falling all over again
Like a flashback to way back when
Back when we were us
Couldn't get enough
But we both know how this ends
You can leave it up to me
To say things that I don't mean
And I'll leave it up to you
To turn, "I love you"
Into, "Boy, where you been?"
And just like that
Just as fast as we began
We're all over again
I think you're out of my system
At least 'til I miss ya
I'll start going through withdrawals
That's about the time you'll call
And we'll be falling all over again
Like a flashback to way back when
Back when we were us
Couldn't get enough
But we both know how this ends
You can leave it up to me
To say things that I don't mean
And I'll leave it up to you
To turn, "I love you"
Into, "Boy, where you been?"
And just like that
Just as fast as we began
We're all over again
Well, I know where we'll wind up
'Cause trouble loves to find us
And I guess goodbye's just too tough
'Cause last time was the last time, but
We're falling all over again
Like a flashback to way back when
Back when we were us
Couldn't get enough
But we both know how this ends
You can leave it up to me
To say things that I don't mean
And I'll leave it up to you
To turn, "I love you"
Into, "Boy, where you been?"
And just like that
Just as fast as we began
We're all over again
Oh, we're all over again
Well, I know where we'll wind up
And I guess goodbye's just too tough
You walking in here
Wearing just what you know makes me weak
And I'm already ordering you a drink
Baby, and then we're
Gonna get out of here
Just like the last time and the time before
We're at your house and through the door
And we're falling all over again
Like a flashback to way back when
Back when we were us
Couldn't get enough
But we both know how this ends
You can leave it up to me
To say things that I don't mean
And I'll leave it up to you
To turn, "I love you"
Into, "Boy, where you been?"
And just like that
Just as fast as we began
We're all over again
I think you're out of my system
At least 'til I miss ya
I'll start going through withdrawals
That's about the time you'll call
And we'll be falling all over again
Like a flashback to way back when
Back when we were us
Couldn't get enough
But we both know how this ends
You can leave it up to me
To say things that I don't mean
And I'll leave it up to you
To turn, "I love you"
Into, "Boy, where you been?"
And just like that
Just as fast as we began
We're all over again
Well, I know where we'll wind up
'Cause trouble loves to find us
And I guess goodbye's just too tough
'Cause last time was the last time, but
We're falling all over again
Like a flashback to way back when
Back when we were us
Couldn't get enough
But we both know how this ends
You can leave it up to me
To say things that I don't mean
And I'll leave it up to you
To turn, "I love you"
Into, "Boy, where you been?"
And just like that
Just as fast as we began
We're all over again
Oh, we're all over again
Well, I know where we'll wind up
And I guess goodbye's just too tough
Writer: Corey Crowder, Luke Albert Combs, Ray Fulcher
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Nothing Like You
I'm on this red-eye rolling down a runway
Window seat, nonstop one-way
2 P.M., Gate B10, it can't come soon enough
I've got a mid-flight magazine and a mixed drink
I wish time would fly right with me
Damn the days that baggage claim's in another taxi town
But they always bring me back to you
I've seen California and the fields of Oklahoma
From thirty thousand feet, can't beat the view
Crossed the Mississippi, watched the mountains over Tennessee
Become a Carolina sky that was so blue
And still ain't seen nothing like, nothing like you
I've spent every mile missing you, baby
It's enough to drive me crazy
"I love you"s from hotel rooms
They sure do make it tough
But they always bring me back to you
I've seen California and the fields of Oklahoma
From thirty thousand feet, can't beat the view
Crossed the Mississippi, watched the mountains over Tennessee
Become a Carolina sky that was so blue
And still ain't seen nothing like, nothing like you
In all these nothing towns
You in this whole world around
You're the only place I want to get back to
'Cause I've seen California and the fields of Oklahoma
From thirty thousand feet, can't beat the view
Crossed the Mississippi, watched the mountains over Tennessee
Become a Carolina sky that was so blue
And still ain't seen nothing like
And still ain't seen nothing like
And still ain't seen nothing like
Nothing like you
Nothing like you
Window seat, nonstop one-way
2 P.M., Gate B10, it can't come soon enough
I've got a mid-flight magazine and a mixed drink
I wish time would fly right with me
Damn the days that baggage claim's in another taxi town
But they always bring me back to you
I've seen California and the fields of Oklahoma
From thirty thousand feet, can't beat the view
Crossed the Mississippi, watched the mountains over Tennessee
Become a Carolina sky that was so blue
And still ain't seen nothing like, nothing like you
I've spent every mile missing you, baby
It's enough to drive me crazy
"I love you"s from hotel rooms
They sure do make it tough
But they always bring me back to you
I've seen California and the fields of Oklahoma
From thirty thousand feet, can't beat the view
Crossed the Mississippi, watched the mountains over Tennessee
Become a Carolina sky that was so blue
And still ain't seen nothing like, nothing like you
In all these nothing towns
You in this whole world around
You're the only place I want to get back to
'Cause I've seen California and the fields of Oklahoma
From thirty thousand feet, can't beat the view
Crossed the Mississippi, watched the mountains over Tennessee
Become a Carolina sky that was so blue
And still ain't seen nothing like
And still ain't seen nothing like
And still ain't seen nothing like
Nothing like you
Nothing like you
Writer: Drew Parker, Luke Combs, Robert Williford
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Better Together
A 40 HP Johnson
On a flat bottom metal boat
Coke cans and BB guns
Barbed wire and old fence posts
8-point bucks in autumn
And freshly cut corn fields
One arm out the window
And one hand on the wheel
Some things just go better together
And probably always will
Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise
Sunday drives and time to kill
What's the point of this old guitar
If it ain't got no strings
Or pouring your heart into a song
That you ain't gonna sing?
It's a match made up in heaven
Like good ole boys and beer
And me, as long as you're right here
Your license in my wallet
When we go out downtown
Your lipstick stained every coffee cup
That I got in this house
The way you say I love you, too
Is like rain on an old tin roof
And your hand fits right in to mine
Like a needle in a groove
Some things just go better together
And probably always will
Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise
Sunday drives and time to kill
What's the point of this old guitar
If it ain't got no strings
Or pouring your heart into a song
That you ain't gonna sing?
It's a match made up in heaven
Like good ole boys and beer
And me, as long as you're right here
Sometimes we're oil and water
But I wouldn't have it any other way
And if I'm being honest
Your first and my last name
Would just sound better together
And probably always will
Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise
Sunday drives and time to kill
What's the point of this old guitar
If it ain't got no strings
Or pouring your heart into a song
That you ain't gonna sing
It's a match made up in heaven
Like good ole boys and beer
And me, as long as you're right here
And me, as long as you're right here
On a flat bottom metal boat
Coke cans and BB guns
Barbed wire and old fence posts
8-point bucks in autumn
And freshly cut corn fields
One arm out the window
And one hand on the wheel
Some things just go better together
And probably always will
Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise
Sunday drives and time to kill
What's the point of this old guitar
If it ain't got no strings
Or pouring your heart into a song
That you ain't gonna sing?
It's a match made up in heaven
Like good ole boys and beer
And me, as long as you're right here
Your license in my wallet
When we go out downtown
Your lipstick stained every coffee cup
That I got in this house
The way you say I love you, too
Is like rain on an old tin roof
And your hand fits right in to mine
Like a needle in a groove
Some things just go better together
And probably always will
Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise
Sunday drives and time to kill
What's the point of this old guitar
If it ain't got no strings
Or pouring your heart into a song
That you ain't gonna sing?
It's a match made up in heaven
Like good ole boys and beer
And me, as long as you're right here
Sometimes we're oil and water
But I wouldn't have it any other way
And if I'm being honest
Your first and my last name
Would just sound better together
And probably always will
Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise
Sunday drives and time to kill
What's the point of this old guitar
If it ain't got no strings
Or pouring your heart into a song
That you ain't gonna sing
It's a match made up in heaven
Like good ole boys and beer
And me, as long as you're right here
And me, as long as you're right here
Writer: Dan Isbell, Luke Combs, Randy Montana
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
What You See Is What You Get is the second studio album Luke Combs.
Seven singles from the album, "Beer Never Broke My Heart", "Even Though I'm Leaving", "Does to Me", "Lovin' on You", "Better Together", "Forever After All" and "Cold as You", reached number one on the Billboard Country Airplay chart.
Combs said his intention with new track "1, 2 Many" was to "write a song that I felt like my '90s country music heroes would be proud of". It marks his second collaboration with Brooks & Dunn, with his first being a cover of their debut single "Brand New Man" on their album Reboot.
"Six Feet Apart", a standalone song released on May 1, 2020 in response to the COVID-19 pandemic, was later added to the end of the album's digital and streaming editions.
Performed By:
Luke CombsSeven singles from the album, "Beer Never Broke My Heart", "Even Though I'm Leaving", "Does to Me", "Lovin' on You", "Better Together", "Forever After All" and "Cold as You", reached number one on the Billboard Country Airplay chart.
Combs said his intention with new track "1, 2 Many" was to "write a song that I felt like my '90s country music heroes would be proud of". It marks his second collaboration with Brooks & Dunn, with his first being a cover of their debut single "Brand New Man" on their album Reboot.
"Six Feet Apart", a standalone song released on May 1, 2020 in response to the COVID-19 pandemic, was later added to the end of the album's digital and streaming editions.
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Luke Combs, Chip Matthews, Scott Moffatt, Jonathan Singleton
Released: November 8th, 2019
Year: 2019