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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Songwriter
Brent Cobb
Brent Cobb
Songwriter
Rob Snyder
Rob Snyder
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Producer
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Producer

Lyrics

When the dogwoods start to bloom And the crickets hum their tune That's usually about the time That I feel most alive But the news has all been bad And the whole world seems so sad I ain't had much else going on So I sat down and wrote this song I miss my mom, I miss my dad I miss the road, I miss my band Giving hugs and shaking hands It's a mystery I suppose Just how long this thing goes But there'll be crowds and there'll be shows And there will be light after dark Someday when we aren't six feet apart First thing that I'm gonna do Is slide on in some corner booth And take the whole damn family out And buy my buddies all a round Pay some extra on the tab Catch a movie, catch a cab Watch a ballgame from the stands Probably over-wash my hands I miss my mom, I miss my dad I miss the road, I miss my band Giving hugs and shaking hands Well, it's a mystery I suppose Just how long this thing goes But there'll be crowds and there'll be shows And there will be light after dark Someday when we aren't six feet apart I miss my mom, I miss my dad I miss the road, I miss my band Giving hugs and shaking hands Well, it's a mystery I suppose Just how long this thing goes But there'll be crowds and there'll be shows There will be light after dark Someday when we aren't six feet apart There will be light after dark Someday when we aren't six feet apart
Writer(s): Brent Patrick Cobb, Luke Albert Combs, Robert Snyder Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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