#SaturdaySongs - Six Feet Apart

I love music. Always have. Always will.

I'd rather listen to music than watching TV (right now MBB has the TV on and I have earbuds in listening to my playlist)...

But I kept my day job cause I would never make a living singing.  As long as I have someone singing with me, I can keep the tune... But heaven help your ears if I try to do it solo.

So, I decided to add a new feature to the blog: #Saturday Songs.

I am sharing a song if it...

> Spoke to what is going on in the world today...

> Moved me (for some reason or another)...

> Is a treasure that I just want to share...

> Is just something that I like to listen to...

 

NOTE: I am not receiving any compensation for spotlighting these songs. I did not write them, sing them or own them... I am just sharing with others who may love music too. 

"Six Feet Apart" 

Performed by Luke Combs

Written by Luke Combs, Brent Cobb, Robert Snyder

 

This song is, in my opinion, very fitting for 2020 with the COVID-19 issues...

Lyrics:

When the dogwoods start to bloom
And the crickets hum their tune
That's usually about the time
That I feel most alive
But the news has all been bad
And the whole world seems so sad
I ain't had much else 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 band
Givin' hugs and shakin' 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 a light after dark
Someday when we aren't six feet apart

First thing that I'm gonna do
Is slide on in some corner booth
And 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 ballgame from the stands
Probably over-wash my hands

I miss my mom, I miss my dad
I miss the road, I miss my band
Givin' hugs and shakin' hands
Well, 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 a light after dark
Someday when we aren't six feet apart

I miss my mom, I miss my dad
I miss the road, I miss my band
Givin' hugs and shakin' hands
Well, it's a mystery, I suppose
Just how long this thing goes
But there'll be crowds and there'll be shows
There will be a light after dark
Someday when we aren't six feet apart
There will be a light after dark
Someday when we aren't six feet apart

 Namaste.