Doin' This - Luke Combs

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 doin' this?»

I’d be drivin' my first car, an old worn-out Dodge

Tryin' to 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' CDs just to give away

Payin' his dues if I wasn’t doin' this

Five 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 to 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’m 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 to school?

And what would you do if you weren’t doin' this?»