Huntin' By Yourself

Luke Combs

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    He ran out of that bedroom 'bout as gung-ho as he could be in his Mossy Oak
    Took a first hunt picture on my phone 'fore he fell asleep on the way
    I held the gun, he held the light
    A cup of coffee and a can of Sprite
    The stand was only ten feet high but on top of the world that day

    I already knew he wouldn't see a thing
    Been three more times and it's always the same

    'Cause he moves too much and he talks too loud
    But I don't mind 'cause I'm finding out
    That even if it's just time we're killin', it's never felt more like livin'
    They'll make you cuss and wear your patience thin
    But next thing you know, they're all grown up and then
    You're huntin' by yourself again

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    Well I've heard 'em say these days don't last
    I know the years are gonna fly fast
    Right out the door and never come back
    As bad as you want 'em too
    Pretty soon, he'll sit in his own tree
    Be a bat outta hell with a set o' keys
    Chasin' girls is gonna be all he'll wanna do

    He'll have a lot less time for his old man
    So I'm gonna soak it up while I still can

    When he moves too much and he talks too loud
    When I don't mind 'cause I'm finding out
    That even if it's just time we're killin', it's never felt more like livin'
    They'll make you cuss and wear your patience thin
    But next thing you know, they're all grown up and then
    You're huntin' by yourself again

    Runs out of that bedroom 'bout as gung-ho as he could be in his Mossy Oak
    Hop in the truck and off we go
    I can't help but smile as he don't know

    He moves too much and he talks too loud
    But I don't mind 'cause I'm finding out
    That even if it's just time we're killin', it's never felt more like livin'
    They'll make you cuss and wear your patience thin
    But next thing you know, they're all grown up and then
    You're huntin' by yourself again

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    Composición: Michael Tyler, Alexander Palmer, Luke Combs, Ray Fulcher y Thomas Archer

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