Ain't Far From It

Ain't Far From It - Luke Combs

Lyrics by：Luke Combs/Ray Fulcher/Dan Isbell/Reid Isbell

Composed by：Luke Combs/Ray Fulcher/Dan Isbell/Reid Isbell

Give me a stone cold George Jones whiskey bent barstool night

I wanna fly like a honky tonk moth to that neon light

This highway burnin' me up blues been weighin' me down

There's a hole in the wall needs fillin' on the edge of town

I'm gonna floorboard that Ford straight toward my baby's house

She'll be shinin' like a million dollar diamond second she steps out

She'll be slippin' me sugar and buddy she ain't gonna stop

Till we Bonnie and Clyde slide into that parking lot

'Bout to light that fuse on a Friday night

Get to cuttin' loose on this wound up tight

Where twenty bucks buys guitars strummin'

Paychecks turn to cold beer buzzin'

All that leads to late night lovin'

We ain't there yet but we ain't far from it

That Tele rippin' Mississippi cover band's sure on point

She on the dance floor good Lord droppin' every jaw in the joint

When she flips that switch I'm off like a rocket

Ain't no way to stop it

When we light that fuse on a Friday night

Get to cuttin' loose on this wound up tight

Where twenty bucks buys guitars strumming

Paychecks turn to cold beer buzzin'

All that leads to late night lovin'

We ain't there yet but we ain't far from it

'Bout to light that fuse on a Friday night

Get to cuttin' loose on this wound up tight

Where twenty bucks buys guitars strummin'

Paychecks turn to cold beer buzzin'

All that leads to late night lovin'

We ain't there yet but we ain't far from it

No we ain't there yet but we ain't far from it