I see his face sometimes out there in the crowd
In between the melodies, he's askin' me when I'm comin' home
After all the lights come on
After all the folks are gone
I hit the road and closed my eyes
And I imagine I'm
Walkin' through the front door
Hearin' "Daddy" at the top of his lungs
With his feet on the wood floor
Runnin' up to give me a hug
Yeah, that's what it's all for
And the spotlight can't replace it
In a heartbeat, man, I'd trade it
'Cause it ain't got nothin' on being front door famous
Soon as I get home, seems like I'm gone again
Walkin' out the driveway, I see his face pressed against the screen door
Teddy bear and a juice pack, sayin', "Daddy, please come back"
It tears me up every time, and I can't wait 'til I'm
Walkin' through the front door
Hearin' "Daddy" at the top of his lungs
And his feet on the wood floor
Runnin' up to give me a hug
Yeah, that's what it's all for
The spotlight can't replace it
And in a heartbeat, man, I'd trade it
'Cause it ain't got nothin' on being front door famous
Right now I'm fifty miles away from that state line
And I ain't slowin' down until I'm on that front porch and I'm
Walkin' through the front door
Hearin' "Daddy" at the top of his lungs
With his feet on the wood floor
Runnin' up to give me a hug
Yeah, that's what it's all for
And the spotlight can't replace it
And in a heartbeat, man, I'd trade it
'Cause it ain't got nothin' on being front door famous
Luke Combs - Fathers & Sons Album Lyrics
Luke Combs - Fathers & Sons Lyrics
Writer: Noah Thompson, Nicholas Columbia, Robert Snyder, Luke Combs, Blake Densmore
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
In Case I Ain't Around
I send the check for the lease every January
To 1100 Beckham Ridge Road
Have you corn knee-high high by July where we
Hunt the bottom by the white oak road
Before you crank a tractor, pump the clutch
I ain't goin' nowhere soon, but just because
In case I ain't around when you get older
I just thought I'd tell you now so down the road you
Are good to go through the highs and lows
In all life's up and downs
Yeah, that way I'm still there for you somehow
In case I ain't around
Make sure y'all all still lead together at your Mama's after church Sunday
Throw the dog a ball, take a walk and call
Your brother if you had a hard day
Where the dogwoods bloom, you best be fishin'
When it's my time to die, boy, don't stop livin'
In case I ain't around when you get older
I just thought I'd tell you now so down the road you
Are good to go through the highs and lows
In all life's up and downs
Yeah, that way I'm still there for you somehow
In case I ain't around
I just hope you know that I'm proud of ya
I wanna make sure that you know I love ya
In case I ain't around when you get older
I just thought I'd tell you now so down the road you
Are good to go through the highs and lows
In all life's up and downs
Yeah, that way I'm still there for you somehow
Yeah, that way I'm still there for you somehow
In case I ain't around
In case I ain't around
To 1100 Beckham Ridge Road
Have you corn knee-high high by July where we
Hunt the bottom by the white oak road
Before you crank a tractor, pump the clutch
I ain't goin' nowhere soon, but just because
In case I ain't around when you get older
I just thought I'd tell you now so down the road you
Are good to go through the highs and lows
In all life's up and downs
Yeah, that way I'm still there for you somehow
In case I ain't around
Make sure y'all all still lead together at your Mama's after church Sunday
Throw the dog a ball, take a walk and call
Your brother if you had a hard day
Where the dogwoods bloom, you best be fishin'
When it's my time to die, boy, don't stop livin'
In case I ain't around when you get older
I just thought I'd tell you now so down the road you
Are good to go through the highs and lows
In all life's up and downs
Yeah, that way I'm still there for you somehow
In case I ain't around
I just hope you know that I'm proud of ya
I wanna make sure that you know I love ya
In case I ain't around when you get older
I just thought I'd tell you now so down the road you
Are good to go through the highs and lows
In all life's up and downs
Yeah, that way I'm still there for you somehow
Yeah, that way I'm still there for you somehow
In case I ain't around
In case I ain't around
Writer: Luke Albert Combs, Dan Isbell, Reid Isbell, Jamie Davis
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.
Huntin' by Yourself
He ran outta that bedroom 'bout as gung-ho as he could be in his Mossy Oak
Took a first hunt picture on my phone 'fore he fell asleep on the way
I held the gun, he held the light
A cup of coffee and a can of Sprite
The stand was only ten feet high but on top of the world that day
I already knew he wouldn't see a thing
Been three more times and it's always the same
'Cause he moves too much and he talks too loud
But I don't mind 'cause I'm findin' out
That even if it's just time we're killin', it's never felt more like livin'
They'll make you cuss and wear your patience thin
But next thing you know, they're all grown up and then
You're huntin' by yourself again
Well I've heard 'em say these days don't last
I know the years are gonna fly fast
Right out the door and never come back
As bad as you want 'em to
And pretty soon, he'll sit in his own tree
Be a bat outta hell with a set of keys
And chasin' girls is gonna be all he'll wanna do
He'll have a lot less time for his old man
So I'm gonna soak it up while I still can
When he moves too much and he talks too loud
But I don't mind 'cause I'm findin' out
That even if it's just time we're killin', it's never felt more like livin'
They'll make you cuss and wear your patience thin
But next thing you know, they're all grown up and then
You're huntin' by yourself again
Runs outta that bedroom 'bout as gung-ho as he could be in his Mossy Oak
Hop in the truck and off we go
I can't help but smile 'cause he don't know
He moves too much and he talks too loud
But I don't mind 'cause I'm findin' out
That even if it's just time we're killin', it's never felt more like livin'
They'll make you cuss and wear your patience thin
But next thing you know, they're all grown up and then
You're huntin' by yourself again
Took a first hunt picture on my phone 'fore he fell asleep on the way
I held the gun, he held the light
A cup of coffee and a can of Sprite
The stand was only ten feet high but on top of the world that day
I already knew he wouldn't see a thing
Been three more times and it's always the same
'Cause he moves too much and he talks too loud
But I don't mind 'cause I'm findin' out
That even if it's just time we're killin', it's never felt more like livin'
They'll make you cuss and wear your patience thin
But next thing you know, they're all grown up and then
You're huntin' by yourself again
Well I've heard 'em say these days don't last
I know the years are gonna fly fast
Right out the door and never come back
As bad as you want 'em to
And pretty soon, he'll sit in his own tree
Be a bat outta hell with a set of keys
And chasin' girls is gonna be all he'll wanna do
He'll have a lot less time for his old man
So I'm gonna soak it up while I still can
When he moves too much and he talks too loud
But I don't mind 'cause I'm findin' out
That even if it's just time we're killin', it's never felt more like livin'
They'll make you cuss and wear your patience thin
But next thing you know, they're all grown up and then
You're huntin' by yourself again
Runs outta that bedroom 'bout as gung-ho as he could be in his Mossy Oak
Hop in the truck and off we go
I can't help but smile 'cause he don't know
He moves too much and he talks too loud
But I don't mind 'cause I'm findin' out
That even if it's just time we're killin', it's never felt more like livin'
They'll make you cuss and wear your patience thin
But next thing you know, they're all grown up and then
You're huntin' by yourself again
Writer: Alexander Palmer, Michael Tyler, Thomas Marc Archer, Luke Combs, Ray Fulcher
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Little Country Boys
They got skinned-up knees
Grass stains on their jeans
Dirt on their hands
They're just like their dads
They dig in the dirt
Cut up in church
Play outside
And say things like
Can I reel one in?
Dad, you're my best friend
Just one more spin
I promise I'll be good if you let me drive
This is so much fun
I shoot my BB gun
Watch how fast I can run
They're dirty and muddy and buddy
You ain't got a choice
But to love 'em and let 'em be
Little country boys
They climb up trees
Grow like weeds
Love playing ball
Go everywhere with their dogs
Skip the rocks on the water
They're sweet like their mama
Puts a smile on my face
Every time I hear 'em say
Can I reel one in?
Dad, you're my best friend
Just one more spin
I promise I'll be good if you let me drive
This is so much fun
I shoot my BB gun
Watch how fast I can run
They're dirty and muddy and buddy
You ain't got a choice
But to love 'em and let 'em be
Little country boys
Yeah, they're just like us
They don't ever wanna grow up
They hunt, they fish, they love to ride in the truck
Can I reel one in?
Dad, you're my best friend
Just one more spin
I promise I'll be good if you let me drive
This is so much fun
I shoot my BB gun
Watch how fast I can run
They're dirty and muddy and buddy
You ain't got a choice
But to love 'em and let 'em be
Little country boys
You gotta love 'em and let 'em be
Little country boys
Grass stains on their jeans
Dirt on their hands
They're just like their dads
They dig in the dirt
Cut up in church
Play outside
And say things like
Can I reel one in?
Dad, you're my best friend
Just one more spin
I promise I'll be good if you let me drive
This is so much fun
I shoot my BB gun
Watch how fast I can run
They're dirty and muddy and buddy
You ain't got a choice
But to love 'em and let 'em be
Little country boys
They climb up trees
Grow like weeds
Love playing ball
Go everywhere with their dogs
Skip the rocks on the water
They're sweet like their mama
Puts a smile on my face
Every time I hear 'em say
Can I reel one in?
Dad, you're my best friend
Just one more spin
I promise I'll be good if you let me drive
This is so much fun
I shoot my BB gun
Watch how fast I can run
They're dirty and muddy and buddy
You ain't got a choice
But to love 'em and let 'em be
Little country boys
Yeah, they're just like us
They don't ever wanna grow up
They hunt, they fish, they love to ride in the truck
Can I reel one in?
Dad, you're my best friend
Just one more spin
I promise I'll be good if you let me drive
This is so much fun
I shoot my BB gun
Watch how fast I can run
They're dirty and muddy and buddy
You ain't got a choice
But to love 'em and let 'em be
Little country boys
You gotta love 'em and let 'em be
Little country boys
Writer: Luke Bryan, Dallas Davidson, Blair Daly
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Whoever You Turn Out to Be
A hand-me-down F150 might not be the tank you empty
Burnin' gasoline, the day you turn sixteen
And just because dusty boots and camouflage are in your roots
Don't mean you ever gotta wear 'em
If that ain't you, I don't care
Yeah, I used to love to sling that dirt up down them rural routes
But God might have a different map-dot plan for you mapped out
So what if you don't stick around this little town that raised ya
So what if you don't cut your teeth on Jr., Jones, and Waylon
Now it might work out that you don't turn out anything like me
But I'll love whoever you turn out to be
What if you picked up a canvas and you just up and single-handed
Painted scenes the world ain't ever seen?
Or maybe you were made for somethin' me and your mama don't see comin'
You ain't gotta know right now, you got your whole life to figure it out
You might choose a simple life, raise some kids and settle down
But you ain't gotta change the world to make your daddy proud
So what if you don't stick around this little town that raised ya
So what if you won't bait a hook even if it paid ya
Now it might work out that you don't turn out anything like me
But I'll love whoever you turn out to be
So what if you don't stick around this little town that raised ya
You'll always have your spot at Sunday supper that we saved ya
Now it might work out that you don't turn out anything like me
But I'll love whoever you turn out to be
Burnin' gasoline, the day you turn sixteen
And just because dusty boots and camouflage are in your roots
Don't mean you ever gotta wear 'em
If that ain't you, I don't care
Yeah, I used to love to sling that dirt up down them rural routes
But God might have a different map-dot plan for you mapped out
So what if you don't stick around this little town that raised ya
So what if you don't cut your teeth on Jr., Jones, and Waylon
Now it might work out that you don't turn out anything like me
But I'll love whoever you turn out to be
What if you picked up a canvas and you just up and single-handed
Painted scenes the world ain't ever seen?
Or maybe you were made for somethin' me and your mama don't see comin'
You ain't gotta know right now, you got your whole life to figure it out
You might choose a simple life, raise some kids and settle down
But you ain't gotta change the world to make your daddy proud
So what if you don't stick around this little town that raised ya
So what if you won't bait a hook even if it paid ya
Now it might work out that you don't turn out anything like me
But I'll love whoever you turn out to be
So what if you don't stick around this little town that raised ya
You'll always have your spot at Sunday supper that we saved ya
Now it might work out that you don't turn out anything like me
But I'll love whoever you turn out to be
Writer: Ben Stennis, Rhett Akins
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Remember Him That Way
There's an old man in a lazy boy
TV on a Western, fast asleep
Grey in his hair, at least what's left
But the heart of a lion, beatin' in his chest
And there's a little more slow in his go
A little less rock in his roll, these days
But I remember him ten feet tall and bulletproof
Throwin' me a ball in cowboy boots
A whistle and the dogs start runnin'
A whisper and Mama starts blushin'
A wrench in his hand and a beer in the other
God couldn't make a man any tougher
And that 'S' on his chest is startin' to fade
But I'll always remember him that way
I used to think, that he'd never get old
That kind of thing was for regular Joes
And he tries real hard, to put up a fight
But I guess time, is his kryptonite
'Cause I remember him ten feet tall and bulletproof
Throwin' me a ball in cowboy boots
A whistle and the dogs start runnin'
A whisper and Mama starts blushin'
A wrench in his hand and a beer in the other
God couldn't make a man any tougher
And that 'S' on his chest is startin' to fade
But I'll always remember him that way
And there's a little more slow in his go
A little less rock in his roll, these days
But I remember him ten feet tall and bulletproof
Throwin' me a ball in cowboy boots
A whistle and the dogs start runnin'
A whisper and Mama starts blushin'
A wrench in his hand and a beer in the other
God couldn't make a man any tougher
And that 'S' on his chest is startin' to fade
But there's somethings time can't erase
'Cause I'll always remember him that way
TV on a Western, fast asleep
Grey in his hair, at least what's left
But the heart of a lion, beatin' in his chest
And there's a little more slow in his go
A little less rock in his roll, these days
But I remember him ten feet tall and bulletproof
Throwin' me a ball in cowboy boots
A whistle and the dogs start runnin'
A whisper and Mama starts blushin'
A wrench in his hand and a beer in the other
God couldn't make a man any tougher
And that 'S' on his chest is startin' to fade
But I'll always remember him that way
I used to think, that he'd never get old
That kind of thing was for regular Joes
And he tries real hard, to put up a fight
But I guess time, is his kryptonite
'Cause I remember him ten feet tall and bulletproof
Throwin' me a ball in cowboy boots
A whistle and the dogs start runnin'
A whisper and Mama starts blushin'
A wrench in his hand and a beer in the other
God couldn't make a man any tougher
And that 'S' on his chest is startin' to fade
But I'll always remember him that way
And there's a little more slow in his go
A little less rock in his roll, these days
But I remember him ten feet tall and bulletproof
Throwin' me a ball in cowboy boots
A whistle and the dogs start runnin'
A whisper and Mama starts blushin'
A wrench in his hand and a beer in the other
God couldn't make a man any tougher
And that 'S' on his chest is startin' to fade
But there's somethings time can't erase
'Cause I'll always remember him that way
Writer: Jonathan Singleton, Jessi Leigh Alexander, Erik Anderson, Luke Combs
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Man He Sees In Me
He's Spiderman in Walmart boots and a camouflage hat
With a baby blue Zebco that gets hung up every cast
He thinks he's learning fishing from the man that taught Bill Dance
And I think as I untangle it and put it in his hands
I hope he never finds out that I didn't hang the moon
And I've never scared a monster out the closet in his room
One day between him leavin' home and drivin' on my knee
Maybe I'll finally be the man he sees in me
He waves that blanket like the checkered flag pullin' off of the interstate
With a Happy Meal cup held high like I won the big race
When we get home, his mind is blown when I untie his shoes
And he smiles and says, "Daddy, there ain't nothin' you can't do"
Well, I hope he never finds out that I didn't hang the moon
And I've never scared a monster out the closet of his room
Some day between him leavin' home and drivin' on my knee
But maybe I'll finally be the man he sees in me
Well, I know he's gonna find out that I didn't hang the moon
And that never was a monster in the closet of his room
Some day when he's drivin' home with his son on his knee
Well, I hope he's tryin' to be the man he sees in me
The man he sees in me
The man he sees in me
With a baby blue Zebco that gets hung up every cast
He thinks he's learning fishing from the man that taught Bill Dance
And I think as I untangle it and put it in his hands
I hope he never finds out that I didn't hang the moon
And I've never scared a monster out the closet in his room
One day between him leavin' home and drivin' on my knee
Maybe I'll finally be the man he sees in me
He waves that blanket like the checkered flag pullin' off of the interstate
With a Happy Meal cup held high like I won the big race
When we get home, his mind is blown when I untie his shoes
And he smiles and says, "Daddy, there ain't nothin' you can't do"
Well, I hope he never finds out that I didn't hang the moon
And I've never scared a monster out the closet of his room
Some day between him leavin' home and drivin' on my knee
But maybe I'll finally be the man he sees in me
Well, I know he's gonna find out that I didn't hang the moon
And that never was a monster in the closet of his room
Some day when he's drivin' home with his son on his knee
Well, I hope he's tryin' to be the man he sees in me
The man he sees in me
The man he sees in me
Writer: Luke Combs, Josh Michael Phillips
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
All I Ever Do Is Leave
Worn out stitches on a baseball up against the wall
Me and myself tryna play catch
'Cause Daddy ain't home yet
I was Batman and Robin in the Joker, too
It was Gotham City lonesome in the living room
And Mama would say "You pray 'cause your daddy's gonna be late"
But the lights stayed on somehow
And love filled up my little house
Yeah, life ain't always what it seems
'Cause I thought all he ever did was leave
But somebody played Tooth Fairy left the (?) out the trash
Made Mama feel pretty, put a dent in the whiskey
There were tip-toe prayers and midnight kisses
"I love you's" and little boy wishes
For Saturday's where we could play all day
But the lights stayed on somehow
And love filled up my little house
Yeah, life ain't always what it seems
'Cause I thought all he ever did was leave
Worn out stitches on a baseball up against the wall
He and himself tryna play catch
'Cause I ain't home yet
But the lights stayed on somehow
And love fills up my little house
Yeah, life ain't always what it seems
I hope he don't think
I hope he don't think
All I ever do is leave
All I ever do is leave
Me and myself tryna play catch
'Cause Daddy ain't home yet
I was Batman and Robin in the Joker, too
It was Gotham City lonesome in the living room
And Mama would say "You pray 'cause your daddy's gonna be late"
But the lights stayed on somehow
And love filled up my little house
Yeah, life ain't always what it seems
'Cause I thought all he ever did was leave
But somebody played Tooth Fairy left the (?) out the trash
Made Mama feel pretty, put a dent in the whiskey
There were tip-toe prayers and midnight kisses
"I love you's" and little boy wishes
For Saturday's where we could play all day
But the lights stayed on somehow
And love filled up my little house
Yeah, life ain't always what it seems
'Cause I thought all he ever did was leave
Worn out stitches on a baseball up against the wall
He and himself tryna play catch
'Cause I ain't home yet
But the lights stayed on somehow
And love fills up my little house
Yeah, life ain't always what it seems
I hope he don't think
I hope he don't think
All I ever do is leave
All I ever do is leave
Writer: Andrew Dorff, Jonathan Singleton, Jessi Leigh Alexander
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.
Plant a Seed
He said, "Don't you blink"
Soak it up 'cause next thing
You know, you turn around and wonder where your whole life's gone
Remember it's about the journey
Don't fill your days with worry
Sure, them youngins drive you crazy but you'll miss 'em when they're grown
Oh, time ain't always your friend
It starts slow and gets faster towards the end
So fill up your heart with love, pass it on before you go
And thank the man upstairs that you were there to plant a seed and watch it grow
True love and the gospel
Might take a while to blossom
But you dig down in the garden and you plant 'em anyways
Just let God be the farmer, he's got the sun and water
It's up to him to let 'em bloom
And let 'em see the light of day
Oh, time ain't always your friend
It starts slow and gets faster towards the end
So fill up your heart with love, pass it on before you go
And thank the man upstairs that you were there to plant a seed and watch it grow
Oh, time ain't always your friend
It starts slow and gets faster towards the end
So fill up your heart with love, pass it on before you go
And thank the man upstairs that you were there to plant a seed and watch it grow
Soak it up 'cause next thing
You know, you turn around and wonder where your whole life's gone
Remember it's about the journey
Don't fill your days with worry
Sure, them youngins drive you crazy but you'll miss 'em when they're grown
Oh, time ain't always your friend
It starts slow and gets faster towards the end
So fill up your heart with love, pass it on before you go
And thank the man upstairs that you were there to plant a seed and watch it grow
True love and the gospel
Might take a while to blossom
But you dig down in the garden and you plant 'em anyways
Just let God be the farmer, he's got the sun and water
It's up to him to let 'em bloom
And let 'em see the light of day
Oh, time ain't always your friend
It starts slow and gets faster towards the end
So fill up your heart with love, pass it on before you go
And thank the man upstairs that you were there to plant a seed and watch it grow
Oh, time ain't always your friend
It starts slow and gets faster towards the end
So fill up your heart with love, pass it on before you go
And thank the man upstairs that you were there to plant a seed and watch it grow
Writer: Robert Snyder, Jeff Hyde, Wyatt McCubbin, Luke Combs
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Ride Around Heaven
I remember drifting off in my king-size bed and waking up in his short-bed Ford
He was lit up like that road he never took me down before
So when you ask me how I slept last night, girl, I don't believe I did
Call me crazy, but I think Grandpa picked me up about half past ten
We took a ride around and talked about the way back when's and the "I know now"
Somewhere past them stars and clouds, I swear I saw the light
Now he ain't but a prayer away from one more Sunday drive
We took a ride around Heaven last night
With that Beech-Nut in his jaw 'neath the beard without no gray
He laughed about me crying on the day he flew away
He turned up "Amazing Grace", and we both sang along
He said, "I better get you back and get on home 'fore Grandma knows I'm gone"
We took a ride around and talked about the way back when's and the I know now
Somewhere past them stars and clouds, I swear I saw the light
Now he ain't but a prayer away from one more Sunday drive
We took a ride around Heaven last night
It felt so real, I could hear them Goodyears pulling out the front gate
So real, I wouldn't doubt if there's an oil spot in the driveway
We took a ride around and talked about the way back when's and the I know now
Somewhere past them stars and clouds, I swear I saw the light
But he ain't but a prayer away from one more Sunday drive
We took a ride around Heaven
We took a ride around Heaven
We took a ride around Heaven last night
He was lit up like that road he never took me down before
So when you ask me how I slept last night, girl, I don't believe I did
Call me crazy, but I think Grandpa picked me up about half past ten
We took a ride around and talked about the way back when's and the "I know now"
Somewhere past them stars and clouds, I swear I saw the light
Now he ain't but a prayer away from one more Sunday drive
We took a ride around Heaven last night
With that Beech-Nut in his jaw 'neath the beard without no gray
He laughed about me crying on the day he flew away
He turned up "Amazing Grace", and we both sang along
He said, "I better get you back and get on home 'fore Grandma knows I'm gone"
We took a ride around and talked about the way back when's and the I know now
Somewhere past them stars and clouds, I swear I saw the light
Now he ain't but a prayer away from one more Sunday drive
We took a ride around Heaven last night
It felt so real, I could hear them Goodyears pulling out the front gate
So real, I wouldn't doubt if there's an oil spot in the driveway
We took a ride around and talked about the way back when's and the I know now
Somewhere past them stars and clouds, I swear I saw the light
But he ain't but a prayer away from one more Sunday drive
We took a ride around Heaven
We took a ride around Heaven
We took a ride around Heaven last night
Writer: Luke Albert Combs, Casey Michael Beathard, Wyatt Colton McCubbin, Jeremy Stover
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.
My Old Man Was Right
He handed me the keys and knew I'd take some wrong turns
He quit smokin' and begged me not to try
He'd say, "Get too close to the fire, and son, you'll get burned"
But I was too young to know my old man was right
I cranked the car and swore I'd never come back
As I took a drag of a half-smoked Marlboro Light
Well, I could take the heat so I held on to that lit match
'Cause I was too young to know my old man was right
He said, "Lessons, they gotta come the hard way
But you'll be hell-bent to learn 'em on your own
It may take your whole life but I bet in due time
Son, you'll find your old man was right"
He said, "Stand your ground, let your heart fall in love
It may break ya, but it's just part of life
And the good ones always love you just like Jesus does"
But I was too young to know my old man was right
But he said, "Lessons, they gotta come the hard way
But you'll be hell-bent to learn 'em on your own
It may take your whole life but I bet in due time
Son, you'll find your old man was right"
Now it's his turn to watch me be the old man
With my baby boy lyin' by my side
And every lesson that he taught me, I hope I teach him
'Cause I'm old enough to know my old man was right
He quit smokin' and begged me not to try
He'd say, "Get too close to the fire, and son, you'll get burned"
But I was too young to know my old man was right
I cranked the car and swore I'd never come back
As I took a drag of a half-smoked Marlboro Light
Well, I could take the heat so I held on to that lit match
'Cause I was too young to know my old man was right
He said, "Lessons, they gotta come the hard way
But you'll be hell-bent to learn 'em on your own
It may take your whole life but I bet in due time
Son, you'll find your old man was right"
He said, "Stand your ground, let your heart fall in love
It may break ya, but it's just part of life
And the good ones always love you just like Jesus does"
But I was too young to know my old man was right
But he said, "Lessons, they gotta come the hard way
But you'll be hell-bent to learn 'em on your own
It may take your whole life but I bet in due time
Son, you'll find your old man was right"
Now it's his turn to watch me be the old man
With my baby boy lyin' by my side
And every lesson that he taught me, I hope I teach him
'Cause I'm old enough to know my old man was right
Writer: Luke Albert Combs, Lori McKenna
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Take Me Out to the Ballgame
Caught a foul ball up in the bleachers and the shortstop autograph
I keep it on the dresser and every day that passes
I been throwing it to myself, I got pretty good at catching
I just called to say I miss you and making sure you know that
It's my birthday pretty soon
And all I want is for you to
Take me out to the ball game
Pick me up at the house
What's this every other weekend thing even all about?
'Cause mama said she loves you, and in some ways always will
I guess maybe things are different now, but daddy can't you still?
Take me out to the ball game
I'd sure love to go again, seems like it's been so long
If we could get some tickets Friday night, me and you and maybe mom
I feel like it's my fault that you two ain't together
And I'm so sorry I was bad, I promise I'll be better
'Cause I just wanna see
If you'll come back, you don't have to
Take me out to the ball game
Pick me up at the house
What's this every other weekend thing even all about?
Mama said she loves you, and in some ways always will
I guess maybe things are different now, but daddy can't you still?
Take me out to the ball game
Take me out to the ball game
We'd eat hot dogs in them same seats
In the seventh inning, we'd sing
Take me out to the ball game
Pick me up at the house
What's this every other weekend thing even all about?
Mama said she loves you, and in some ways always will
I guess maybe things are different now, but daddy can't you still?
Take me out to the ball game
Take me out to the ball game
I keep it on the dresser and every day that passes
I been throwing it to myself, I got pretty good at catching
I just called to say I miss you and making sure you know that
It's my birthday pretty soon
And all I want is for you to
Take me out to the ball game
Pick me up at the house
What's this every other weekend thing even all about?
'Cause mama said she loves you, and in some ways always will
I guess maybe things are different now, but daddy can't you still?
Take me out to the ball game
I'd sure love to go again, seems like it's been so long
If we could get some tickets Friday night, me and you and maybe mom
I feel like it's my fault that you two ain't together
And I'm so sorry I was bad, I promise I'll be better
'Cause I just wanna see
If you'll come back, you don't have to
Take me out to the ball game
Pick me up at the house
What's this every other weekend thing even all about?
Mama said she loves you, and in some ways always will
I guess maybe things are different now, but daddy can't you still?
Take me out to the ball game
Take me out to the ball game
We'd eat hot dogs in them same seats
In the seventh inning, we'd sing
Take me out to the ball game
Pick me up at the house
What's this every other weekend thing even all about?
Mama said she loves you, and in some ways always will
I guess maybe things are different now, but daddy can't you still?
Take me out to the ball game
Take me out to the ball game
Writer: Luke Combs, Adam James, Ray Fulcher
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fathers & Sons is the fifth studio album by American country music singer Luke Combs, released on June 14, 2024, through Columbia Nashville and Seven Ridges Records.
The album is being promoted as part of Combs' Growin' Up and Gettin' Old Tour.
The album was released two days before Father's Day in the US, with Combs partnering with American Greetings to allow people to use his lyrics in their virtual greeting cards.
Piper Westrom of Riff Magazine described the album as "a poignant ode to new fatherhood" and its songs "slow and deliberate, led by acoustic guitar and piano, with the focus clearly on the songwriting", concluding that it is "personal and authentic" and "beautiful".
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
Luke CombsThe album is being promoted as part of Combs' Growin' Up and Gettin' Old Tour.
The album was released two days before Father's Day in the US, with Combs partnering with American Greetings to allow people to use his lyrics in their virtual greeting cards.
Piper Westrom of Riff Magazine described the album as "a poignant ode to new fatherhood" and its songs "slow and deliberate, led by acoustic guitar and piano, with the focus clearly on the songwriting", concluding that it is "personal and authentic" and "beautiful".
-Wikipedia
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Luke Combs, Chip Matthews, Jonathan Singleton
Length: 40:10
Released: June 14th, 2024
Year: 2024