Buzzed By Noon

[Verse 1]
Woke up to her list
On a sticky note avalanche
"Trash, lawn, closet, dog
And fix that busted ranch fence"
I said "Baby, I'll get to it"
Then the game came on at ten
Now it’s halftime, and somehow
I’m three cold cans deep again
[Chorus]
I got a buzz, she got a reason
To slam that screen door, say she’s leavin'
She’s huffin’ and puffin’ ‘bout my ways
But I’m sippin’ sunshine in the shade
She’s fired up, I’m feelin’ fine
She’s talkin’ forever, I’m lost in the time
Yeah the world might be crashin’ in our kitchen
But I got a buzz, and I still got a good feelin’
[Verse 2]
She’s stormin’ through the driveway
Wavin’ around that grocery bill
Yellin’ ‘bout the cart full of snacks
And "You bought more beer still?"
I say "Baby, you’re my everything"
She says "Nice try, you ain’t slick"
Then she takes a sip of my drink
And says "This is actually pretty good, you dick"
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
[spoken, half-laughing]
She’s on the phone with her mama
Sayin’ "He’s on that porch again"
I yell "Tell her I said hi!"
She just rolls her eyes, grins
She steals my chair, steals my cup
Says "You better shape up, mister"
I say "Yes ma’am" with a stupid smile
And lean over, try to kiss her
[Chorus]

country, Humorous modern country jam with bright acoustic guitars, a lazy back-porch groove, and a swaggering bass line. Male vocals with a wink in the delivery, brushed snare and a simple stomp-clap feel on the chorus. Fiddle fills respond to punchlines; big gang-vocal singalong on the hook, with a slight tempo push each chorus to raise the energy.