Drunk on Milk (redux)

Lyrics: [Intro] [fiddle riff, walking bass enters] [steel guitar slides in] [boots stomping] [Verse 1] I used to close the bar down every Friday night, Had a tab so long it gave the bartender a fright, But something changed in me around a quarter after nine, I put down the bottle and I reached for something fine, The dairy section called to me like a beacon in the dark, I grabbed a cold gallon jug and felt a brand new spark, [Pre-Chorus] people, where I’m from, We drink milk here, I drink it more than water, more than beer, [Chorus] I, [Chorus] I'm gettin' drunk on milk from here on in, Down in the Midwest where the cows run proud, You can keep your whiskey and your cheap rosé, I got a cold white glass and I'm feelin' okay, Pour me another, bartender, fill it to the brim, My dairy days are bright and my future ain't dim, I'm gettin' drunk on milk from here on in, Yeah, gettin' drunk on milk from here on in, [Verse 2] Momma always said that milk would do a body good, I laughed it off at twenty like a fool who never should, Now I'm standing in the kitchen at the crack of noon, Pouring out a tall one to an old country tune, Got a chocolate variety for when I'm feeling low, And a strawberry situation for when I'm putting on a show, [Pre-Chorus] people, where I’m from, We drink milk here, I drink it more than water, more than beer, [Chorus] I'm gettin' drunk on milk from here on in, Down in the Midwest where the cows run proud, You can keep your whiskey and your cheap rosé, I got a cold white glass and I'm feelin' okay, Pour me another, bartender, fill it to the brim, My dairy days are bright and my future ain't dim, I'm gettin' drunk on milk from here on in, Yeah, gettin' drunk on milk from here on in, [Bridge] [fiddle solo, foot-stomping breakdown] Now the boys at the bar think I've lost my mind, Left a two-drink minimum and a good tip behind, But you can find me at the grocery on a Saturday night, Pickin' out the freshest jug and holding it up to the light, [spoken, deadpan] Expiration date's three weeks out, That's a good vintage right therethere, [Verse 3] Wisconsin on my left and a-New York to my right, Got Ohio in the rearview and Michigan feels right, This whole corridor of dairy is my holy land, Got a cold one in the cupholder and the wheel in my hand, Don't need a designated driver when the milk's my vice, Just a glass, a cookie, and a bucket full of ice, [Final Chorus] I'm gettin' drunk on milk from here on in, Down in the Midwest where the cows run proud, You can keep your whiskey and your cheap rosé, I got a cold white glass and I'm feelin' okay, Pour me another, bartender, fill it to the brim, My dairy days are bright and my future ain't dim, I'm gettin' drunk on milk from here on in, Yeah, gettin' drunk on milk from here on in, [Motif] Got my milk, Yeah I got my milk, [Motif] Got my milk, Yeah I got my milk, [lady speaks] [woman:]“That’ll be two-seventy-seven, hun.” [man speaks in a deep baritone voice] [man:]“Yeap...That’s what I call great value.” [fiddle fades] [final walking bass note]