Boots by My Front Door

You pulled up in that tan old truck

Dust on the bumper, name on your duff

Camo on your shoulders, smile on your face

Dog tags swinging like a silver grace

Mama made coffee, Dad shook your hand

Little brother asked, “What’s it like over there, man?”

You just laughed, said, “It’s hot and loud”

Then you caught my eyes, away from the crowd

You leave your boots by my front door

Kick ’em off, drop your guard on my kitchen floor

In your arms, you’re just my man

Not a rank, not a plan, just holding my hand

Out in the dust you’re brave and strong

Here in my arms is where you belong

Yeah, the whole world calls you soldier

But I just call you home

We dance slow in your faded tee

Flag on your shoulder, heartbeat on me (oh yeah)

You talk in pieces, things you’ve seen

I kiss the lines you keep between

Sunday drive down that gravel road

You stare quiet at a folded flag on a stone

You say, “If I don’t make it back one night”

I say, “Don’t you dare—’cause you’re my life”

You leave your boots by my front door

Kick ’em off, drop your guard on my kitchen floor

In your arms, you’re just my man

Not a rank, not a plan, just holding my hand

Out in the dust you’re brave and strong

Here in my arms is where you belong

Yeah, the whole world calls you soldier

But I just call you home

I’ll keep the porch light burning late (burning)

Praying your wheels find this driveway

You fight for a flag on a far-off land

I fight for your heart any way I can

You leave your boots by my front door

Kick ’em off, drop your guard on my kitchen floor

In your arms, you’re just my man

Not a rank, not a plan, just holding my hand

Out in the dust you’re brave and strong

Here in my arms is where you belong

Yeah, the whole world calls you soldier

But I just call you home (my home)