Six Feet Apart - Luke Combs

Lyrics by：Luke Combs/Brent Cobb/Rob Snyder

Composed by：Luke Combs/Brent Cobb/Rob Snyder

When the dogwoods start to bloom

And the crickets hum their tune

It's usually about the time

That I feel most alive

But the news has all been bad

And the world just 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

There'll be crowds and there'll be shows

And there will be light after dark

Some day when we aren't six feet apart

The first thing that I'm gonna do

Slide on in some corner booth

Take the whole d**n family out

Buy my buddies all a round

Pay some extra on the tab

Catch a movie catch a cab

Watch a ball game 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

It's a mystery I suppose

Just how long this thing goes

There'll be crowds and there'll be shows

And there will be light after dark

Some day 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

Now it's a mystery I suppose

Just how long this thing goes

There'll be crowds and there'll be shows

And there will be light after dark

Some day when we aren't six feet apart

There will be light after dark

Some day when we aren't six feet apart