Doin’ This Lyrics by Luke Combs is latest English song with music also given by Jonathan Singleton, Chip Matthews & Luke Combs. Doin’ This song lyrics are written by Robert Williford, Luke Combs & Drew Parker.
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?