LUKE COMBS | Six Feet Apart Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics

LUKE COMBS | Six Feet Apart Chords Guitar Piano and Lyrics

Published on May 15, 2020 by guitarchordslyrics

Song Scale: Gb Major
Signature BPM: 4/4
Metronome: 78
Strumming Pattern: DU,DU,DU,DU
 (Intro)
 
 Gb Gbmaj7 Gb Gbmaj7 
 
 Verse 1
 Gb          Gbmaj7                 Gb
 When the dogwoods start to bloom
            Gbmaj7                 B
 And the crickets hum their tune
          Abm              B
 It’s usually about the time
                 Db     Gb
 That I feel most alive
         Gbmaj7                  Gb
 But the news has all been bad
            Gbmaj7                 B
 And the world just seems so sad
          Abm                   B
 I ain’t had much else going on
                    Db               Gb
 So, I sat down and wrote this song
 
 
 
 (Chorus)
  Gb       B                 Db
 I miss my mom, I miss my dad
  Db                            Gb
 I miss the road, I miss my band
         Gbmaj7               Ebm
 Giving hugs and shaking hands
  B
 It’s a mystery, I suppose
  Db                        Gb
 Just how long this thing goes
                Db                      Ebm
 There’ll be crowds and there’ll be shows
                     B
 And there will be light after dark
      Db                            Gb Gbmaj7 Gb Gbmaj7 
 Someday, when we aren’t six feet apart
 
 (Verse-2)
  Gb          Gbmaj7                   Gb
 The first thing that I’m gonna do
           Gbmaj7               B
 Slide on in some corner booth
  B         Abm               B
 Take the whole damn family out
                 Db      Gb
 Buy my buddies all a round
  Gb       Gbmaj7               Gb
 Pay some extra on the tab
           Gbmaj7             B
 Catch a movie, catch a cab
         Abm                     B
 Watch a ball game from the stands
     Abm            Db       Gb
 Probably over-wash my hands
 
 
 
 (Chorus)
  Gb       B                 Db
 I miss my mom, I miss my dad
  Db                            Gb
 I miss the road, I miss my band
         Gbmaj7               Ebm
 Giving hugs and shaking hands
  B
 It’s a mystery, I suppose
  Db                        Gb
 Just how long this thing goes
                Db                      Ebm
 There’ll be crowds and there’ll be shows
                     B
 And there will be light after dark
      Db                            Gb Gbmaj7 Gb Gbmaj7 
 Someday, when we aren’t six feet apart
 
 (Chorus)
  B                         Db
 I miss my mom, I miss my dad
  Db                            Gb
 I miss the road, I miss my band
         Gbmaj7                Ebm
 Giving hugs and shaking hands
  B                           Db
 Now, It’s a mystery, I suppose
  Db                        Gb
 Just how long this thing goes
                Gbmaj7                     Ebm
 There’ll be crowds and there’ll be shows
                     B
 And there will be light after dark
      Db                            Gb Gbmaj7 Gb Gbmaj7 
 Someday, when we aren’t six feet apart
 
 [OUTRO]
                     B
 And there will be light after dark
      Db                            Gb Gbmaj7 Ebm B Db Gb  
 Someday, when we aren’t six feet apart
 

Lyrics


When the dogwoods start to bloom

And the crickets hum their tune

It’s usually about the time

That I feel most alive

But the news has all been bad

And the world just seems so sad

And I ain’t had much going on

So I sat down and wrote this song

I miss my mom, I miss my dad

I miss the road, I miss my fans

Giving hugs and shaking hands

It’s a mystery, I suppose

Just how long this thing goes

But there’ll be crowds and there’ll be shows

And there will be light after dark

Some day when we aren’t six feet apart

The first thing that I’m gonna do

Is slide on in some corner booth

Take the whole damn family out

And buy my buddies all a round

Pay some extra on the tab

Catch a movie, catch a cab

Watch a ball game from the stands

Probably over-wash my hands

I miss my mom, I miss my dad

I miss the road, I miss my fans

Giving hugs and shaking hands

It’s a mystery, I suppose

Just how long this thing goes

But there’ll be crowds and there’ll be shows

And there will be light after dark

Some day when we aren’t six feet apart

I miss my mom, I miss my dad

I miss the road, I miss my fans

Giving hugs and shaking hands

Now it’s a mystery, I suppose

Just how long this thing goes

But there’ll be crowds and there’ll be shows

And there will be light after dark

Some day when we aren’t six feet apart

And there will be light after dark

Some day when we aren’t six feet apart

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