Luke Combs - Does to me

I was a th^Cird-string dreamer on a s^Fecond-place team But I was h^Cell on wheels with a f^Gull head of steam When coach p^Amut me in And I^F'm still pr^Goud of that ^Chit I was a l^Cast resort to go to p^From with the queen Thanks to an e^Cx-boyfriend who broke her h^Geart that week No, I d^Amidn't get lucky But ^FI still f^Gelt like a ki^Amng And that m^Fight not mean much to y^Gou But it does to ^Cme

So say I'm a m^Fiddle of the road N^Got much to show U^Cnderachi^C2eving, a^Amverage Joe But I'm a h^Fell of a lover A d^Gamn good brother And I ^Cwear this h^C2eart on my sl^Ameeve And that ^Fmight not mean much to y^Gou But it does to m^Ce

I was the ^Cone phone call when my b^Frother went to jail ^CPawned my guitar just to p^Gay his bail No, I'll n^Amever get it back But I^F'm ok^Gay with t^Chat I was the fi^Crst man standing next to ^Fmy best friend The day the l^Cove of his life said "I^G do" to him I was a c^Amouple beers deep But ^FI still r^Gemembered that spe^Amech And that m^Fight not mean much to y^Gou But it does to ^Cme

So say I'm a m^Fiddle of the road N^Got much to show U^Cnderachi^C2eving, a^Amverage Joe But I'm a h^Fell of a lover A d^Gamn good brother And I ^Cwear this h^C2eart on my sl^Ameeve And that ^Fmight not mean much to y^Gou But it does to m^Ce

There's a ^Cworn-out blade that my gra^Gnddaddy gave me My ^Ammama's first Bible, Daddy's D^Fon Williams vinyl That fi^Crst-fish-catching Zebc^Go thirty-three Well, that mi^Fght not mean much to y^Gou But it does to ^Cme

So say I'm a m^Fiddle of the road N^Got much to show U^Cnderachi^C2eving, a^Amverage Joe (Average Joe) But I'm a h^Fell of a lover A d^Gamn good brother And I ^Cwear this h^C2eart on my sl^Ameeve And I'm a da^Fmn hard working O^Gne thing's for certain I s^Ctand up for w^C2hat I bel^Amieve (For what I believe) That m^Fight not mean much to y^Gou But it does to m^Ce (Yeah, it does to ^Amme) That m^Fight not mean much to y^Gou But it does to ^Cme

^FOh, it does to m^Ce Oh man, i^Ft does to me^C