Karaoké Better Together Luke Combs

A Forty HP Johnson on a flat bottom metal boat

Coke cans and BB guns barbed wire and old fence posts

Eight-point bucks in autumn and freshly cut corn fields

One arm out the window and one hand on the wheel

Some things just go better together and probably always will

Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise

Sunday drives and time to kill

What's the point of this old guitar if it ain't got no strings

Or pouring your heart into a song that you ain't gonna sing?

It's a match made up in heaven like good ole boys and beer

And me as long as you're right here

Your license in my wallet when we go out downtown

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

The way you say

I love you too is like rain on an old tin roof

And your hand fits right into mine like a needle in a groove

Some things just go better together and probably always will

Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise

Sunday drives and time to kill

What's the point of this old guitar if it ain't got no strings

Or pouring your heart into a song that you ain't gonna sing?

It's a match made up in heaven like good ole boys and beer

And me as long as you're right here

Sometimes we're oil and water

But I wouldn't have it any other way

And if I'm being honest your first and my last name would just sound better together

And probably always will

Like a cup of coffee and a sunrise

Sunday drives and time to kill

What's the point of this old guitar if it ain't got no strings

Or pouring your heart into a song that you ain't gonna sing?

It's a match made up in heaven like good ole boys and beer

And me as long as you're right here

And me as long as you're right here