More songs by Luke Combs
Description
Lead Vocalist, Associated Performer, Producer: Luke Combs
Drums: Jerry Roe
Bass: Steve Mackey
Electric Guitar: Rob McNelley
Acoustic Guitar: Bryan Sutton
Pedal Steel Guitar: Bobby Terry
Piano: Jim "Moose" Brown
Mixing Engineer, Percussion, Background Vocal, Additional Engineer, Producer, Digital Editor: Chip Matthews
Background Vocal, Producer: Jonathan Singleton
Composer, Lyricist: Gary Garris
Composer, Lyricist: Josh Mirenda
Composer, Lyricist: Josh Phillips
Recording Engineer: Steve Blackmon
Assistant Recording Engineer: Chris VanOverberghe
Mastering Engineer: Benny Quinn
Production Assistant: Scott Johnson
Production Assistant: Rose Hutcheson
Lyrics and translation
Original
On any other weekend
At least one of us would be pulled off a road
Tackle box, cork dropped in a creek bend
Hand reelin' on a Zebco
But today, there's a line out the front door
A bunch of folks that we know ain't ever seen
A fresh shine on our Fords
And us not in a pair of jeans
Oh, yeah, she's your little girl
And oh, she's my whole world
Only she coulda got us both in suits
Only she coulda got us out our boots
Fightin' back every tear that we both knew
We were gonna cry today
Neither one of us knows what to do
Standin' up in front of a crowded room
On a springtime Saturday afternoon
With both our lives about to change
Man, you brought your baby
I brought a ring, and I'm giving her my name
And you're giving her away
Yeah, I know it's gotta be tough
And you're happy, but you're hurting behind that smile
You'll always be her first love
And mine's walking down the aisle
That song's about to play
We're gonna say, "I do"
And for the rest of my days
I'll do my best to fill your shoes
Only she coulda got us both in suits
Only she coulda got us out our boots
Fightin' back every tear that we both knew
We were gonna cry today
Neither one of us knows what to do
Standin' up in front of a crowded room
On a springtime Saturday afternoon
With both our lives about to change
Man, you brought your baby
I brought a ring, and I'm giving her my name
And you're giving her away
I'm saying, "I love you"
And you're saying, "Goodbye"
You're letting her hand go
Putting it in mine
Only she coulda got us both in suits
Only she coulda got us out our boots
Fightin' back every tear that we both knew
We were gonna cry today
Neither one of us knows what to do
Standin' up in front of a crowded room
On a springtime Saturday afternoon
With both our lives about to change
Man, you brought your baby
I brought a ring, and I'm giving her my name
And you're giving her away
English translation
On any other weekend
At least one of us would be pulled off a road
Tackle box, cork dropped in a creek bend
Hand reelin' on a Zebco
But today, there's a line out the front door
A bunch of folks that we know ain't ever seen
A fresh shine on our Fords
And us not in a pair of jeans
Oh, yeah, she's your little girl
And oh, she's my whole world
Only she coulda got us both in suits
Only she coulda got us out our boots
Fightin' back every tear that we both knew
We were gonna cry today
Neither one of us knows what to do
Standin' up in front of a crowded room
On a springtime Saturday afternoon
With both our lives about to change
Man, you brought your baby
I brought a ring, and I'm giving her my name
And you're giving her away
Yeah, I know it's gotta be tough
And you're happy, but you're hurting behind that smile
You'll always be her first love
And mine's walking down the aisle
That song's about to play
We're gonna say, "I do"
And for the rest of my days
I'll do my best to fill your shoes
Only she coulda got us both in suits
Only she coulda got us out our boots
Fightin' back every tear that we both knew
We were gonna cry today
Neither one of us knows what to do
Standin' up in front of a crowded room
On a springtime Saturday afternoon
With both our lives about to change
Man, you brought your baby
I brought a ring, and I'm giving her my name
And you're giving her away
I'm saying, "I love you"
And you're saying, "Goodbye"
You're letting her hand go
Putting it in mine
Only she coulda got us both in suits
Only she coulda got us out our boots
Fightin' back every tear that we both knew
We were gonna cry today
Neither one of us knows what to do
Standin' up in front of a crowded room
On a springtime Saturday afternoon
With both our lives about to change
Man, you brought your baby
I brought a ring, and I'm giving her my name
And you're giving her away