Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Lead Vocals
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Background Vocals
Jonathan Singleton
Jonathan Singleton
Background Vocals
Bryan Sutton
Bryan Sutton
Acoustic Guitar
Sam Bush
Sam Bush
Mandolin
Josh Matheny
Josh Matheny
Dobro
Josh Hunt
Josh Hunt
Drums
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Composer
Thomas Archer
Thomas Archer
Composer
Ray Fulcher
Ray Fulcher
Composer
Alex Palmer
Alex Palmer
Composer
Michael Tyler
Michael Tyler
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luke Combs
Luke Combs
Producer
Chip Matthews
Chip Matthews
Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Singleton
Jonathan Singleton
Producer
Steve Blackmon
Steve Blackmon
Recording Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Engineer
Benny Quinn
Benny Quinn
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

He ran outta 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 we 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 killing It's never felt more like living 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 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 to And pretty soon, he'll sit in his own tree Be a bat outta hell with a set of keys Chasing 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 But I don't mind, 'cause I'm finding out That even if it's just time we're killing It's never felt more like living 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 outta that bedroom 'bout as gung-ho As he can be in his Mossy Oak Hop in the truck, and off we go I can't help but smile, 'cause 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 killing It's never felt more like living 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
Writer(s): Thomas Marc Archer, Alex Palmer, Luke Albert Combs, Michael Tyler, Ray Fulcher Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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