Lyrics Luke Combs – Used To You

That old phone of mine, 2:39 AM when I got the call
Half asleep, thought it was a dream, but it wasn’t afterall
That old dog of yours, sitting on the porch, waits for you to come home
Little does he know that you won’t be walking through that door

But I’m gettin’ used to that old truck of yours sittin’ out in the drive
I’m gettin’ used to you not bein’ there, at church on Sunday night
I’m gettin’ used to the radio playin’ without you singin’ along
But I’ll never get used to you bein’ gone

That old rockin’ chair sittin over there, it don’t rock no more
And that old six string ain’t played a thing, been awhile since it’s hummed a chord
Just leave em alone cause lettin’ go don’t come that easily
Most of the time I can get by — it’s just a little hard on me

But I’m gettin’ used to that old truck of yours sittin’ out in the drive
I’m gettin’ used to you not bein’ there, at church on Sunday night
I’m gettin’ used to the radio playin’ without you singin’ along
But I’ll never get used to you bein’ gone

There’s a lot of things in this whole world I can stand
But when it comes to losin’ you, I just can’t

Yeah, I’m gettin’ used to that old truck of yours sittin’ out in the drive
I’m gettin’ used to you not bein’ there, at church on Sunday night
I’m gettin’ used to the radio playin’ without you singin’ along
But I’ll never get used to, no I’ll never get used to you bein’ gone
Yeah, bein’ gone
I’m never gettin’ used to you bein’ gone