Luke Combs - Better together

A 40 ^FHP Johnson on a ^Cflat bottom metal boat ^AmCoke cans and BB guns, barbed wire ^Gand old fence posts ^F8-point bucks in autumn ^Cand freshly cut cornfields ^AmOne arm out the window and ^Gone hand on the wheel

Some things just ^Fgo better together and ^Cprobably always will Like a cup of ^Amcoffee and a sunrise, Sunday ^Gdrives and time to kill What's the ^Fpoint of this ol' guitar if ^Cit ain't got no strings? Or ^Ampourin' your heart into a song that you ^Gain't gonna sing? It's a ^Fmatch made up in heaven, like ^Cgood ol' boys and beer And ^Amme, as long as ^Gyou're right ^Fhere

Your ^Flicense in my wallet ^Cwhen we go out downtown Your ^Amlipstick's stained every coffee cup that ^GI got in this house The ^Fway you say, "I love you, too" is like ^Crain on an old tin roof And your ^Amhand fits right into mine like a ^Gneedle in a groove

Some things just ^Fgo better together and ^Cprobably always will Like a cup of ^Amcoffee and a sunrise, Sunday ^Gdrives and time to kill What's the ^Fpoint of this ol' guitar if ^Cit ain't got no strings? Or ^Ampourin' your heart into a song that ^Gyou ain't gonna sing? It's a ^Fmatch made up in heaven, like ^Cgood ol' boys and beer And ^Amme, as long as ^Gyou're right ^Fhere

Sometimes ^Fwe're oil and water, but I wouldn't ^Chave it any other way And ^Amif I'm being honest, your ^Gfirst and my last name

Would just sound ^Fbetter together and pro^Cbably always will Like a cup of ^Amcoffee and a sunrise, Sunday ^Gdrives and time to kill What's the ^Fpoint of this ol' guitar if ^Cit ain't got no strings? Or ^Ampourin' your heart into a song that you ^Gain't gonna sing? It's a ^Fmatch made up in heaven, like ^Cgood ol' boys and beer And ^Amme, as long as ^Gyou're right ^Fhere And ^Amme, as long as ^Gyou're right ^Fhere