Lyrics to Used to You by Luke Combs from the This One's For You EP album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more! Lyrics to '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, 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 No, I’m never getting used to you being gone Drinkin' beer almost as cold as you Bunch of good time numbers on the stall door Picture you on a dart board Them cinder block walls ain't ever been cleaned Still ain't as dirty as you done me They got "Whiskey River" on a jukebox The honky tonk sawdust dance floor A neon, five o'clock, pro clock Plenty damn many when you want one more But when it comes to losing you, I just can’t.