Ain't Far From It

Give me a stone cold George Jones, whiskey bent, barstool night I wanna fly like a honky tonk moth to that neon light This highway burnin' me up blues been weighin' me down There's a hole in the wall needs fillin' on the edge of town I'm gonna floorboard that Ford straight toward my baby's house She'll be shinin' like a million dollar diamond second she steps out She'll be slippin' me sugar and buddy, she ain't gonna stop 'Til we Bonnie and Clyde slide into that parking lot 'Bout to light that fuse on a Friday night Get to cuttin' loose on this wound up tight Where twenty bucks buys guitars strummin' Paychecks turn to cold beer buzzin' All that leads to late night lovin' We ain't there yet, but we ain't far from it That Tele rippin' Mississippi, cover band's sure on point She on the dance floor, good Lord, droppin' every jaw in the joint When she flips that switch, I'm off like a rocket Ain't no way to stop it When we light that fuse on a Friday night Get to cuttin' loose on this wound up tight Where twenty bucks buys guitars strumming Paychecks turn to cold beer buzzin' All that leads to late night lovin' We ain't there yet, but we ain't far from it 'Bout to light that fuse on a Friday night Get to cuttin' loose on this wound up tight Where twenty bucks buys guitars strummin' Paychecks turn to cold beer buzzin' All that leads to late night lovin' We ain't there yet, but we ain't far from it No, we ain't there yet, but we ain't far from it --- Ain't Far From It - Luke Combs