[Verse 1] Crrk—flick that flame Pssst, let it breathe Tin-foil moon in the ashtray Green ghosts dance on my sleeve Some folks call me a backwoods picker Some call me the midnight toker Well I know that hiss and that sweet slow spin When the leaf curls up like a poker Brrr, strings go Tap-tap on the pine I’m grinnin’ while the cedar smoke Draws a line through my mind [Verse 2] Shh—hear that jar lid pop Clink, clink, then the grind Sticky little thunder in the palm of my hand And it sure does clear my mind Neighbors talk across the porch Yeah, they love to watch and guess But I’m just rolled up in a calm little cloud With the whole day off my chest Hah—little cough, little laugh Then I lean right back The ridge is hummin’ in the summer heat And the river keeps the track [Verse 3] Creak goes the screen door Soft dog bark in the yard I’m passin’ one around the circle And the night ain’t even hard We got a mason jar glintin’ Like a charm in the half-light And every draw comes back like a prayer On a sweet green Sunday night Whirr—fan on the porch Buzz of a moth at the beam I’m floatin’ with the fiddlewood smoke And the whole world feels like a dream [Pre-Chorus] Don’t you fret, sweet honeybee Just hum with me We’re pickin’ under a southern moon Let the whole town see Ooh, let it roll Slow and low One more spark in the dark Watch the tall grass glow [Chorus] I’m a picker, I’m a grinner (hey, hey) I’m a vapor-rolling sinner (roll it, roll it) I play my acoustic in the blazing sun I’m a joker, I’m a smoker (yeah, yeah) I’m a twilight ridge-top toker (oom-pah) I sure don’t mean to hurt no one Puff-puff, sing it loud Puff-puff, let it run [Verse 4] Zip—paper fold, neat and tight Snip of the stem, clean break Thumb on the edge, tongue on the seal And the whole porch wakes I got blue mist on the valley And a patch back by the shed Where the leaves get fat as a preacher’s lies And the breeze goes through my head Cough-cough, then “mm-mm” That taste stays sweet Like a peach on the tongue and a fiddle tune With a barefoot beat [Verse 5] So let the town keep runnin’ their mouths Let ‘em chatter, let ‘em grin If they call me lazy, call it what they want I know where I’ve been 'Cause I’m right here at home With my boots by the door And the porch light warm on my ol’ guitar Like I’ve asked for nothin’ more Crrk—one last spark Hold that ember bright I’ll be high in the hush of the pines Till the dawn turns white [Chorus] I’m a picker, I’m a grinner (hey, hey) I’m a vapor-rolling sinner (roll it, roll it) I play my acoustic in the blazing sun I’m a joker, I’m a smoker (yeah, yeah) I’m a twilight ridge-top toker (oom-pah) I sure don’t mean to hurt no one Puff-puff, sing it loud Puff-puff, let it run
