Luke Combs

Lyrics 

Every Saturday the mail truck rolls
Down that gravel, slow and old
I’m on the porch with a coffee cup
Dog by my boot and my hopes stacked up
Sometimes it’s bills and sometimes it’s ads
Sometimes nothing and that feels bad
But once last June in the heat and shade
Your handwriting almost made me shake


Saturday letters
Honey, they’re all I’ve got
Ink on paper
Keeping this fire hot
You say “I miss you”
Baby, I miss you too
’Til that porch light’s shining on you
I’ll be living on
Saturday letters


Mrs. Green from the farm two miles
Waves at me and she just smiles
She knows I’m waiting for your name
Like thunder waiting on a flame
I read ’em slow, I fold ’em neat
Tuck ’em safe where I keep my keys
I swear that paper smells like you
Sun on your hair and June sky blue


Saturday letters
Honey, they’re all I’ve got
Ink on paper
Keeping this fire hot
You say “I miss you”
Baby, I miss you too
’Til that porch light’s shining on you
I’ll be living on
Saturday letters


Someday I’ll hear tires on stone
Hear your laugh say “I’m finally home”
’Til then I got mailbox prayers
Red flag raised and a rocking chair


Saturday letters
Honey, they’re all I’ve got
Ink on paper
Keeping this fire hot
You write “I’m coming”
Darlin’, come on through
That porch light’s waiting on you
Yeah I’m holding on
Saturday letters



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