Karaoké Six Feet Apart Luke Combs

When the dogwoods start to bloom and the crickets hum their tune

That's usually about the time that I feel most alive

But the news has all been bad and the whole world 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

Givin' hugs and shakin' hands

It's a mystery

I suppose just how long this thing goes

But there'll be crowds and there'll be shows

And there will be light after dark

Someday when we aren't six feet apart

First thing that I'm gonna do is slide on in some corner booth

And take the whole damn family out and buy my buddies all a round

Pay some extra on the tab

Catch a movie, catch a cab

Watch a ballgame from the stands

Probably over-wash my hands

I miss my mom

I miss my dad

I miss the road

I miss my band

Givin' hugs and shakin' hands

It's a mystery

I suppose just how long this thing goes

But there'll be crowds and there'll be shows

And there will be light after dark

Someday when we aren't six feet apart

I miss my mom

I miss my dad

I miss the road

I miss my band

Givin' hugs and shakin' hands

It's a mystery

I suppose just how long this thing goes

But there'll be crowds and there'll be shows

And there will be light after dark

Someday when we aren't six feet apart

There will be light after dark

Someday when we aren't six feet apart