Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Lead Vocals
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Background Vocals
Jonathan Singleton
Jonathan Singleton
Background Vocals
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Mark Hill
Mark Hill
Bass
Charlie Worsham
Charlie Worsham
Acoustic Guitar
Jim "Moose" Brown
Jim "Moose" Brown
Keyboards
Joey Landreth
Joey Landreth
Electric Guitar
Stuart Duncan
Stuart Duncan
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Composer
Nick Columbia
Nick Columbia
Composer
Blake Densmore
Blake Densmore
Lyrics
Robert Snyder
Robert Snyder
Composer
Noah Thompson
Noah Thompson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Producer
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Singleton
Jonathan Singleton
Producer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Recording Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Engineer
Benny Quinn
Benny Quinn
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I see his face sometimes out there in the crowd In between the melodies, he's asking me when I'm coming home After all the lights come on After all the folks are gone I hit the road and close my eyes And I imagine I'm Walking through the front door Hearing "Daddy" at the top of his lungs With his feet on the wood floor Runnin' up to give me a hug Yeah, that's what it's all for And the spotlight can't replace it In a heartbeat, man, I'd trade it 'Cause it ain't got nothing on bein' front-door-famous Soon as I get home, seems like I'm gone again Walking out the driveway I see his face pressed against the screen door Teddy bear and a juice pack Saying, "Daddy, please come back" It tears me up every time And I can't wait 'til I'm Walking through the front door Hearing "Daddy" at the top of his lungs And his feet on the wood floor Runnin' up to give me a hug Yeah, that's what it's all for The spotlight can't replace it And in a heartbeat, man, I'd trade it 'Cause it ain't got nothing on bein' front-door-famous Right now, I'm 50 miles away from that state line And I ain't slowin' down until I'm on that porch, and I'm Walking through the front door Hearing "Daddy" at the top of his lungs With his feet on the wood floor Runnin' up to give me a hug Yeah, that's what it's all for And the spotlight can't replace it And in a heartbeat, man, I'd trade it 'Cause it ain't got nothing on bein' front-door-famous
Writer(s): Luke Albert Combs, Blake Densmore, Robert Snyder, Nick Columbia, Noah Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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