Luke Combs - Doin' This: chords

              C#
Someone asked me once in an interview
What was growing up like? Where'd you go to school?
                   F#                 C#
And what would you do if you weren't doin' this?
       C#
I'd be drivin' my first car, an old worn-out Dodge
  C#                                           F#
Tryin' to make rent with a dead-end job, just makin'
due
               A#m        G#                   F#
With tips in a jar, my guitar, and an old barstool

Chorus:
            C#
I'd have a Friday night crowd in the palm of my hand
       C#/F
Cup of brown liquor, couple buddies in a band
A#m                     G#              F#
Singin' them same damn songs like I am now
       C#
I'd be feelin' on fire on a hardwood stage
       C#/F
Bright lights like lightning runnin'
through my veins
       A#m                  G#
At the Grand Ole Opry or a show in some no-name
 F#
town
                                     C#
I'd still be doin' this if I wasn't doin' this

I'd still be the same guy they knew back in the day
Who was burnin' CD's just to give away
Payin' his dues
If I wasn't doin' this
Five deep in a van, head full of steam
Hot on the heels of my neon dreams maybe comin'
true
Livin' this life just like I was born to do

Chorus

   A#m
It ain't about the fame
   G#
It ain't about the fortune
   C#
It ain't about the name
   F#
It ain't about the glory
   A#m                  G#           F#
I guess I'm sayin' it's always been about

Chorus

Someone asked me once in an interview
"What was growing up like?"
"Where'd you go to school?"
"And what would you do if you weren't doin' this?"