Someone Asked Me Once In An Interview What Was Growing Lyrics

Doin’ This Lyrics by Luke Combs is the most recent English music song composed by Jonathan Singleton, Chip Matthews & Luke Combs. Doin’ This song lyrics are penned by Robert Williford, Luke Combs & Drew Parker.

Doin' This Lyrics - Luke Combs

Doin’ This Song Detail

Song Name: Doin’ This
Singer: Luke Combs
Composer: Jonathan Singleton, Chip Matthews, Luke Combs
Lyrics by: Robert Williford, Luke Combs, Drew Parker

Doin’ This Lyrics

Someone asked me once in an interview
What was growing up like?
Where’d you go too school?
And what would you do if you weren’t doin’ this?
I’d be drivin’ my first car, an old worn-out dodge
Tryin’ too make rent with a dead-end job, just makin’ 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
Singin’ them same damn songs like I am now
I’d be feelin’ on fire on a hardwood stage
Bright lights like lightning runnin’ through my veins
At the grand ole opry or a show in some no-name town
I’d still be doin’ this if I wasn’t doin’ this

I’d still be the same guy they knew back in the day
Who was burnin’ cd’s just too give away
Payin’ his dues
If I wasn’t doin’ this
5 deep in a van, head full of steam
Hot on the heels of my neon dreams maybe comin’ true
Livin’ this life just like I was born too do

I’d have a friday night crowd in the palm of my hand
Cup of brown liquor, couple buddies in a band
Singin’ them same damn songs like I am now
I’d be feelin’ on fire on a hardwood stage
Bright lights like lightning runnin’ through my veins
At the grand ole opry or a show in some no-name town
I’d still be doin’ this if I wasn’t doin’ 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 am sayin’ 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
Singin’ them same damn songs like I am now
I’d be feelin’ on fire on a hardwood stage
Bright lights like lightning runnin’ through my veins
At the grand ole opry or a show in some no-name town
I’d still be doin’ this if I wasn’t doin’ this

Someone asked me once in an interview
What was growing up like?
Where’d you go too school?
And what would you do if you weren’t doin’ this?



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