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Luke Combs

Doin' This

 

Doin' This

(album: Growin' Up - 2022)


Someone asked me once in an interview
"What was growing up like, where'd you go to school?
And what would you do if you weren't doing this?"

I'd be driving my first car, an old worn-out Dodge
Trying to make rent with a dead end job, just making due
With tips in a jar, my guitar and an old barstool

I'd have a Friday night crowd in the palm of my hand
Cup of brown liquor, couple buddies in a band
Singing them same damn songs like I am now
I'd be feeling on fire on a hardwood stage
Bright lights like lightning running through my veins
At the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name town
I'd still be doing this if I weren't doing this

I'd still be the same guy they knew back in the day
Who was burning CDs just to give away
Paying his dues if I weren't doing this

Five deep in a van, head full of steam
Hot on the heels of my neon dreams maybe coming true
Living this life just like I was born to do

I'd have a Friday night crowd in the palm of my hand
Cup of brown liquor, couple buddies in a band
Singing them same damn songs like I am now
I'd be feeling on fire on a hardwood stage
Bright lights like lightning running through my veins
At the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name town
I'd still be doing this if I weren't doing this

It ain't about the fame
It ain't about the fortune
It ain't about the name
It ain't about the glory
I guess I'm saying it's always been about

Having a Friday night crowd in the palm of my hand
Cup of brown liquor, couple buddies in a band
Singing them same damn songs like I am now
I'd be feeling on fire on a hardwood stage
Bright lights like lightning running through my veins
At the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name town
I'd still be doing this if I weren't doing this

Someone asked me once in an interview
"What was growing up like, where'd you go to school?
And what would you do if you weren't doing this? "

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