We Might Be Robots

Lyrics

Well the banjo’s buzzin’ and the fiddle’s hot,
Boots start stompin’ in the parking lot.
Neighbors say we’re raisin’ Cain,
But a little pickin’ trouble never hurt a thing.

We’re just pickin’ trouble, grinnin’ ear to ear,
Drinkin’ down the sunshine, laughin’ at the fear.
If the world’s on fire, let the banjo play,
We’ll dance through the night ‘til the break of day.

Moonshine jug and a mason grin,
Every lost soul finds home again.
Ain’t no rules when the bass kicks in,
Raise a little dust, let the night begin.

We’re just pickin’ trouble, grinnin’ ear to ear,
Drinkin’ down the sunshine, laughin’ at the fear.
If the world’s on fire, let the banjo play,
We’ll dance through the night ‘til the break of day.

Life’s too short for sittin’ still,
So we’ll chase that sound over every hill.
Ain’t no sorrow a song can’t mend,
So we’ll pick this tune ‘til the bitter end.

We’re just pickin’ trouble, grinnin’ ear to ear,
Drinkin’ down the sunshine, laughin’ at the fear.
If the world’s on fire, let the banjo play,
We’ll dance through the night ‘til the break of day.