Luke Combs Songs

Your lipstick stained every coffee cup That I got in this house

So, whatcha say we cancel our plans? Tonight I'm only gonna be your man

Got picked back up by luck and a few good friends Who reminded me of all I stood to lose

Hear the waves and the breeze and the Joshua trees Was just about as good as it gets Taste the salt on the rim, feel that sand on your skin

I like a strong shot of whiskey The way a Marlboro hits me Some broken in cowboy boots

We say our prayers, send 'em to the sky Bust our backs, barely getting by Carolina to California, up to Illinois Yeah, there's guys like us

A neon, five o'clock, broke clock And plenty damn many when you want one more Of this broke heart fool on an old bar stool