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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Luke Combs
Vocals
Wil Houchens
Piano
Aubrey Haynie
Fiddle
Ben Jordan
Bass
Buddy Leach
Saxophone
Carl Miner
Acoustic Guitar
Dave Cohen
Piano
Doug Frasure
Drums
Gary Morse
Pedal Steel Guitar
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Jerry Roe
Drums
Jimmie Lee Sloas
Bass
Jon Conley
Electric Guitar
Scott Moffatt
Electric Guitar
Sol Littlefiled
Electric Guitar
Tim Marks
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Luke Combs
Songwriter
Dan Isbell
Songwriter
Randy Montana
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Moffatt
Producer
Alex Gilson
Engineer
Andrew Darby
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Bobbi Giel
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Luke Armentrout
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Megan Peterson
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Taylor Chadwick
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
A 40 HP Johnson on a flat bottom metal boat
Coke cans and BB guns, barbed wire and old fence posts
8-point bucks in autumn and freshly cut cornfields
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 ol' guitar if it ain't got no strings?
Or pourin' your heart into a song that you ain't gonna sing?
It's a match made up in heaven, like good ol' boys and beer
And me, as long as you're right here
Your license in my wallet when we go out downtown
Your lipstick's 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 ol' guitar if it ain't got no strings?
Or pourin' your heart into a song that you ain't gonna sing?
It's a match made up in heaven, like good ol' 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 ol' guitar if it ain't got no strings?
Or pourin' your heart into a song that you ain't gonna sing?
It's a match made up in heaven, like good ol' boys and beer
And me, as long as you're right here
And me, as long as you're right here
Writer(s): Luke Combs, Randy Ennis Schlappi, Dan Isbell
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