pregnancy announcement
The story behind this song
Every boot by that front door has a story — the work pair, the church pair, the pair still caked in clay. Tonight there's a small empty space among them that won't stay empty long.
A country announcement for the whole porch-light crowd: one more plate for Sunday lunch, one more name to hand down, and the smallest pair of boots by the door.
Lyrics
There's a porch light on at Mama's house,
a truck parked in the drive.
We've been sitting on a secret
for about five weeks and change.
a truck parked in the drive.
We've been sitting on a secret
for about five weeks and change.
By the front door, by the work boots,
by the pair that's caked in clay,
there's a little empty space tonight
that won't stay empty long.
by the pair that's caked in clay,
there's a little empty space tonight
that won't stay empty long.
We're putting out the smallest pair of boots —
come spring there'll be some tiny feet to fill 'em.
Tell the neighbors, ring the church bell, wake the rooster —
there's one more plate for Sunday lunch,
one more name to hand down.
The smallest pair of boots
by the door.
come spring there'll be some tiny feet to fill 'em.
Tell the neighbors, ring the church bell, wake the rooster —
there's one more plate for Sunday lunch,
one more name to hand down.
The smallest pair of boots
by the door.
Daddy'll build the crib by hand,
Mama's got the yarn out now.
The dog already sleeps
outside the nursery door somehow.
Mama's got the yarn out now.
The dog already sleeps
outside the nursery door somehow.
First we'll teach 'em fishing,
then we'll teach 'em how to wave
at every single tractor
going slow down our road.
then we'll teach 'em how to wave
at every single tractor
going slow down our road.
We're putting out the smallest pair of boots —
come spring there'll be some tiny feet to fill 'em.
Tell the neighbors, ring the church bell, wake the rooster —
there's one more plate for Sunday lunch,
one more name to hand down.
The smallest pair of boots
by the door.
come spring there'll be some tiny feet to fill 'em.
Tell the neighbors, ring the church bell, wake the rooster —
there's one more plate for Sunday lunch,
one more name to hand down.
The smallest pair of boots
by the door.
This old house has heard some news —
weddings, storms, and better years.
But it ain't never heard a sound
like little feet on those stairs.
weddings, storms, and better years.
But it ain't never heard a sound
like little feet on those stairs.
The smallest pair of boots by the door —
that's how y'all find out.
that's how y'all find out.
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