**[Intro — slow, melodic, extremely deep Southern drawl]** Waaaaake uuuup... Cofffffeeeee... Cammmmmmooooo... Sweeeeeet teaaaaaa... *Yeahhh...* Sun creepin' up through them tall pine trees... Ain't in no hurry, got nowhere to be... **[Beat drops]** Bare feet hittin' that hardwood floor Old screen door don't shut no more... [Verse 1] Bare feet hittin' that hardwood floor Old screen door don't shut no more Dog's in the yard, truck's on E But there's 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 [Verse 2] Boat ramp backed up quarter past ten Somebody's daddy already drunk again 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" I said, "Yes ma'am" 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] 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 [Bridge — beat drops down] Monday through Friday, earn that check Saturday morning, forget what's next Sunday say grace with the family Then wake back up... [Half-spoken build] Coffee... Camo... Sweet... [DROP / FINAL CHORUS] TEA! 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 [Outro] Wake up. Coffee. Camo. Sweet tea. Hell yeah.
