Boots on the Porch Tonight (versión 2)

Verse

Screen door slaps like a snare drum crack

Gravel lot fills up, truck bed stack

Christmas lights strung on a wire so thin

Somebody's cousin plays the mandolin

Porch boards creak under boot heel beat

Dust kicks gold in the amber heat

Jar of tea gone warm on the rail

Nobody's checking the time or the mail

Pre-Chorus

So what if the morning comes calling

What if the whole town's asleep

We got the fiddle still hollering

Who says freedom ain't cheap

Chorus

Boots on the porch tonight

Stomping till the stars catch fire

Hands clapping, hearts flying higher

Nowhere to be, no clock, no fight

Just gravel dust and firefly light

Boots on the porch tonight

Verse

Trade my Sunday shoes for these worn-out soles

Kick off the week, let the music take hold

Grandpa's old radio hums through the wall

Every worry we had just got small

Cousins spinning, grandma claps the time

Somebody's hollering "one more line"

The whole yard shaking like a heartbeat drum

Freedom tastes like where we're from

Pre-Chorus

So what if the morning comes calling

What if the whole town's asleep

We got the fiddle still hollering

Who says freedom ain't cheap

Chorus

Boots on the porch tonight

Stomping till the stars catch fire

Hands clapping, hearts flying higher

Nowhere to be, no clock, no fight

Just gravel dust and firefly light

Boots on the porch tonight

Bridge

Someday these boards might quiet down

Someday we'll scatter cross this town

But tonight the porch light's burning gold

Tonight we're young, we're free, we're whole

Chorus

Boots on the porch tonight

Stomping till the stars catch fire

Hands clapping, hearts flying higher

Nowhere to be, no clock, no fight

Just gravel dust and firefly light

Boots on the porch tonight