Nose Cone Blues

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[Verse 1] Marcus Wood rolled in proud Like he built the whole damn sky Talking big about that aerostat With a twinkle in his eye Then he kissed that nose cone hard Like it owed him money too One small bump, one cowboy grin And the whole crew said, "Whoops, who?" [Pre-Chorus] Now he swore it was a test Said, "That's how the pros all do" But the ladder shook, the panel popped And the rumor started through [Chorus] Marcus Wood, oh Marcus Wood (oh Marcus Wood) How'd you nearly bend that bird in two? Marcus Wood, oh Marcus Wood (oh Marcus Wood) Expert hands, but rookie shoes Did you wake up clean and steady Or stir up trouble in your brew? Marcus Wood, oh Marcus Wood What'd you mix with that morning juice? [Verse 2] He came in with his coffee cup Like a sheriff on the beat Eyes half-lidded, hair still flat Boot heels dragging on the concrete We all asked, "Man, you all right?" He just laughed and waved us off But he called that wrench a screwdriver And the whole crew nearly lost it soft [Pre-Chorus] Maybe he was running late Maybe he was running low Maybe that cup had something extra Nobody's saying so [Chorus] Marcus Wood, oh Marcus Wood (oh Marcus Wood) How'd you nearly bend that bird in two? Marcus Wood, oh Marcus Wood (oh Marcus Wood) Expert hands, but rookie shoes Did you wake up clean and steady Or stir up trouble in your brew? Marcus Wood, oh Marcus Wood What'd you mix with that morning juice? [Bridge] Now he's all "It wasn't me" And we're all "Buddy, sure thing" If confidence could fix a dent He'd be king of everything But one false move, one fumbled step And the whole shop got a scare So pour that cup, say your prayer And maybe leave the hero there [Final Chorus] Marcus Wood, oh Marcus Wood (oh Marcus Wood) How'd you nearly bend that bird in two? Marcus Wood, oh Marcus Wood (oh Marcus Wood) Expert hands, but rookie shoes Did you wake up clean and steady Or stir up trouble in your brew? Marcus Wood, oh Marcus Wood What'd you mix with that morning juice? [Outro] Morning coffee, heavy pour Maybe that's the secret too Marcus Wood, don't touch that nose cone Till that cup wears off of you