Going Viral

Lyrics

(Verse 1) Started with some coffee, or what they call it here, Talkin' 'bout oat nipples, made Shay Bear grin ear to ear. Then a goat in a sweater, name of Harold, if you please, Had me on the pavement, laughin' till I couldn't breathe. Moonbeam had a guitar, hangin' like a piece of art, Said it needed playin', right from my Kentucky heart. (Chorus) Now they say I'm goin' viral, whatever that might mean, Little screens all lit up, the craziest damn thing I've seen. Singin' 'bout sad porridge and Harold in his Sunday best, Just a red dirt drifter puttin' feelings to the test, Out here in this LA sun, ain't like no place I know, Wonderin' how a whisper turned into a picture show. (Verse 2) Jumped up on a table, sang about this crazy town, The words just came on out, as the folks all gathered 'round. Then I sang 'bout hardship, and that guitar from the trash, Felt the whole world listen, saw the tears begin to splash. Shay was lookin' prouder than I'd ever seen her look, Like she knew these city folks would read me like a book. (Chorus) Now they say I'm goin' viral, whatever that might mean, Little screens all lit up, the craziest damn thing I've seen. Singin' 'bout sad porridge and Harold in his Sunday best, Just a red dirt drifter puttin' feelings to the test, Out here in this LA sun, ain't like no place I know, Wonderin' how a whisper turned into a picture show. (Bridge) Ain't never chased no spotlight, ain't my kind of game, Just sing my truth out quiet, whisper Shay Bear's name. But if my rusty-string stories, 'bout the hurt and hope I've known, Can make a stranger out there feel a little less alone... Well, maybe there's a reason this wild seed was sown. (Chorus) Now they say I'm goin' viral, whatever that might mean, Little screens all lit up, the craziest damn thing I've seen. Singin' 'bout sad porridge and Harold in his Sunday best, Just a red dirt drifter puttin' feelings to the test, Out here in this LA sun, ain't like no place I know, Wonderin' how a whisper turned into a picture show. (Outro) Yeah, a picture show... full of folks I've never met. Still don't get this "viral," ain't quite figured it out yet. Just got my girl, my guitar... and I guess Harold the goat. (Guitar fades out with a soft, questioning strum)