The Real Luke Coombs

[Intro – Country] Listen up about Jordan, the toughest bastard in this fucking town. Jordan rolls in his beat-up truck with the damn windows down. Jordan is bald as shit, but he does not give a fuck. Jordan is the real Luke Coombs, testing his own goddamn luck. [Verse 1 – Country] Jordan is a film plasterer, slinging mud on every movie set. Big Jordan swings gorilla arms, the wildest ape you ever met. Just like his dad, Jordan is the spitting double of his old man. Jordan sucks at DIY, breaking every fucking shelf and can. Jordan wears that same black t-shirt every single goddamn day. Jordan loves his kids and wife, a devoted husband in every way. Jordan hits the gym hard, lifting heavy shit with brutal pride. Then Jordan eats a mountain of food with greasy fries beside. [Chorus – Country / Male vocal] Jordan is the real Luke Coombs, singing his fucking country soul. Jordan stomps his boots and takes absolute goddamn control. Jordan drinks his whiskey down, laughing like a savage asshole here. Jordan does a whale impression, making every bastard cheer. Jordan is a bald-headed king living loud with zero shame. Jordan runs this shit and you will respect his fucking name. [Verse 2 – Male vocal] Jordan slaps that plaster fast on the biggest Hollywood stage. Jordan tells the director to fuck off in a country rage. Jordan tries home repair and smashes drywall with a fucking thud. Jordan's gorilla arms snap the hammer straight into the mud. Jordan is a top-tier dad, treating his family like gold. Jordan pumps iron at the gym like a beast growing bold. Jordan's bald head shines bright in that country barroom light. Jordan rocks his black t-shirt, ready for another fucking fight. [Chorus – Country / Male vocal] Jordan is the real Luke Coombs, singing his fucking country soul. Jordan stomps his boots and takes absolute goddamn control. Jordan drinks his whiskey down, laughing like a savage asshole here. Jordan does a whale impression, making every bastard cheer. Jordan is a bald-headed king living loud with zero shame. Jordan runs this shit and you will respect his fucking name. [Bridge – Male vocal] Jordan may look rough, but he loves his family deep. Jordan learned from his dad which goddamn promises to keep. Jordan drops whale noises when the drunk night gets wild. Jordan protects his wife and his precious little child. Jordan leaves the gym starving, crushing burgers by the pound. Jordan is the realest fucking bastard to be found. [Final Chorus – Country / Male vocal] (Key change, lift this shit up!) Jordan is the real Luke Coombs, singing his fucking country soul. Jordan stomps his boots and takes absolute goddamn control. Jordan drinks his whiskey down, laughing like a savage asshole here. Jordan does a whale impression, making every bastard cheer. Jordan is a bald-headed king living loud with zero shame. Jordan runs this shit and you will respect his fucking name. Jordan swings gorilla arms and wears black shirts with pride. Jordan is the king with all his bastards by his side. [Outro – Country] Jordan, keep slinging that film plaster, you crazy fucking beast. Jordan, the real Luke Coombs, enjoying every single feast. Jordan, do that whale sound and let your bald head shine. Jordan is a bad motherfucker on the country line.