Lyrics of 'Used to You' by Luke Combs

That old phone of mine
2:39 AM
When I got the call
Half asleep
Thought it was a dream
But it wasn’t after all

That old dog of yours
Sitting on the porch
Waits for you to come home
Little does he know
That you won’t
Be walking through that door

I just leave him alone
Cause letting go don’t come that easily
Most of the time, I can get by
It’s just a little hard on me

But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours
Sitting out in the drive
I’m getting used to you not being there
At church on Sunday night
I’m getting used to the radio playing
Without you singing along
But I’ll never get used to you being gone

That old rocking chair
Sitting over there
It don’t rock no more
And that old six string
Ain't played a thing
Been awhile since it’s hummed a chord

I just leave 'em alone cause letting go
Don’t come that easily
Most of the time
I can get by
It’s just a little hard on me

But I’m getting used to that old truck of yours
Sitting out in the drive
I’m getting used to you not being there
At church on Sunday night
I’m getting used to the radio playing

Without you singing along
But I’ll never get used to you being gone
There’s a lot of things in this 'ole world I can stand
But when it comes to losing you
I just can’t

Yeah, I’m getting used to that old truck of yours
Sitting out in the drive
I’m getting used to you not being there
At church on Sunday night
I’m getting used to the radio playing
Without you singing along

But I'll never get used to
No, I’ll never get used to you being gone
Yeah, being gone
I’m never getting used to you being gone