[Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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” [Chorus] 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 [Bridge] 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 [Chorus] 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)

country, Modern country ballad with warm acoustic guitars, steady brushed drums, and a gentle fiddle line weaving in the background; male vocals with a slight drawl. Verses stay intimate and low, chorus lifts with crisp harmonies and a wider stereo spread. Subtle pedal steel swells in the bridge for emotional pull, then everything drops to vocal and guitar on the last hook before the band eases back in.

Boots by My Front Door