Wake Up. Coffee. (Live from Tootsie's Orchid Lounge)

[Crowd Chatter / Guitar Tuning] [Colt — speaking] Nashville... y'all still drinkin'? [Crowd cheers] Alright... I got a real complicated song for y'all. It's got about four things you gotta remember. [Crowd laughs] You'll figure it out. [Slow Acoustic Picking] Waaaaake uuuup... Cofffffeeeee... Cammmmmmooooo... Sweeeeeet teaaaaaa... [Crowd whistles] Yeahhh... Sun creepin' up through them tall pine trees... Ain't in no hurry, got nowhere to be... [Guitar Strum] Bare feet hittin' that hardwood floor Old screen door don't shut no more... [Verse 1] Dog's in the yard, truck's on E Cold beer waitin' on payday for me Blue jeans hangin' off a kitchen chair Ball cap backwards, don't fix my hair She rolls over, says, "Where you goin', baby?" I said, "Nowhere fast, and that's alright with me" [Pre-Chorus] Got a little dirt on my tires Little smoke from a Saturday fire Little pretty thing ridin' shotgun seat With her hand out the window catchin' that breeze [Chorus] Coffee... Camo... Sweet tea... Little bit of you, little bit of me Backroad rollin' underneath these wheels Radio loud, let the whole town hear Sunshine... Long nights... Bare feet... Her tan legs hangin' off the passenger seat I don't need much, baby, believe me Just coffee, camo, you and sweet tea Yeah... That's country enough for me. [Crowd Cheers] [Colt] Y'all are gonna have to sing that with me next time. [Verse 2] Boat ramp backed up quarter past ten Somebody's daddy already drunk again [Crowd laughs] Cooler packed and the tank topped off Whole damn lake 'bout to watch us get lost She got them shades and a cutoff shirt Little sun-kissed skin and a whole lotta flirt Says, "Boy, you better keep your eyes up here" [Guitar pauses] I said... "Yes ma'am." [Crowd laughs / cheers] With a crooked-ass grin. [Pre-Chorus] Got a little mud on the side Little summertime buzz in my mind Little red sunset droppin' down low And nowhere in the world that we gotta go [Chorus — Crowd Joining] Coffee! Camo! Sweet tea! Little bit of you, little bit of me Backroad rollin' underneath these wheels Radio loud, let the whole town hear Sunshine! Long nights! Bare feet! Pretty little thing sittin' next to me I don't need much, baby, believe me Just coffee, camo, you and sweet tea Yeah... That's country enough for me. [Crowd cheers] [Bridge — Guitar Softens] Monday through Friday, earn that check Saturday morning, forget what's next Sunday say grace with the family... Then wake back up... [Guitar Stops] [Colt — speaking] Alright, Tootsie's... Let's see if y'all actually been listenin'. I'll start it... Y'all finish it. [Colt] COFFEE! [CROWD] COFFEE! [Colt] CAMO! [CROWD] CAMO! [Colt] SWEET... [Pause] [ENTIRE CROWD] TEAAAAA! [Huge Cheers / Guitar Slams Back In] [Final Chorus] COFFEE! CAMO! SWEET TEA! Whole damn holler sing it with me Backroad dust underneath these wheels Turn that sucker up, let the whole town hear SUNSHINE! LONG NIGHTS! BARE FEET! Pretty little thing sittin' next to me If heaven's got a front porch, I guarantee There's coffee, camo, you and sweet tea [Repeat — Crowd Singing] COFFEE! CAMO! SWEET TEA! [CROWD] COFFEE! CAMO! SWEET TEA! [Colt laughs] Hell yeah! [Outro — Guitar Drops Back Down] Waaaaake uuuup... Cofffffeeeee... Cammmmmmooooo... Sweeeeeet teaaaaaa... [Final Guitar Chord] [Crowd cheers / whistles] That's country enough for me. That's right, Nashville.