Story Behind The Song

if it's not the moonshine it has to be the coffee

Song Description

THIS IS WHEN YOU KNOW YOU'VE HAD TOO MUCH CAFFIENE

Lyrics

Caffeinated country
Yeah, pour it black, boys.
Let's ride.


(Verse 1)
Sun ain't even cracked the ridge of the pines
Got grease on my hands and dirt on my lines
Old Ford's idling down by the shed
Got three hours of sleep and a hammer in my head
The rooster's still hoarse, he's yawning in the hay
But I done found a shortcut to the middle of the day
It ain't moonshine workin' magic in my cup
It's a Brazilian roast, and it's wavin' me up!


(Chorus)
Lord, I'm buzzin' like a fence wire in a summer storm
Sweat's beading up where the mug is warm
My boots are tapping holes in the kitchen floor
I don't need the screen door, I'm walkin' through the door!
Got nitro in my veins, high test in my chest
Ain't got time for a porch-set rest
Yeah, the coffee pot's singing and the morning's on fire
I'm a caffeinated cowboy on a copper-wire high!


(Verse 2)
Now Martha tried to warn me 'bout the dark roast brew
Said, "Honey, that'll turn your eyes a shade of electric blue"
I just laughed and swallowed down the boiling mud
Now I can hear the grass growin' underneath the bud!
I can count the fence posts at eighty miles an hour
I can out-work a tractor, I can out-run a shower
My shadow's shaking hands with the neighbor's dog
Hell, I can see right through the Louisiana fog!


(Chorus)
Lord, I'm buzzin' like a fence wire in a summer storm
Sweat's beading up where the mug is warm
My boots are tapping holes in the kitchen floor
I don't need the screen door, I'm walkin' through the door!
Got nitro in my veins, high test in my chest
Ain't got time for a porch-set rest
Yeah, the coffee pot's singing and the morning's on fire
I'm a caffeinated cowboy on a copper-wire high!


(Bridge)
One cup... two cups... three cups... four...
If I drink one more, I'll vibrate right through the floor!
(Fiddle and guitar trade lightning-fast licks)
Yee-haw! Look at me go!


(Guitar Solo - fast, frantic, chicken-picking style)


(Chorus)
Lord, I'm buzzin' like a fence wire in a summer storm
Sweat's beading up where the mug is warm
My boots are tapping holes in the kitchen floor
I don't need the screen door, I'm walkin' through the door!
Got nitro in my veins, high test in my chest
Ain't got time for a porch-set rest
Yeah, the coffee pot's singing and the morning's on fire
I'm a caffeinated cowboy on a copper-wire high!


(Outro)
Yeah, French Press freedom!
Guatemala get-down!
Somebody tie me to a porch post before I cross state lines!
(Sound of a spoon clinking frantically in a mug)
Who needs a horse?
I'll just run 'er home.