Right Here in the Country House

[Verse 1]
Sun sneaks in through the crooked blinds
Coffee stain on your favorite book
You dance barefoot in my old flannel
Spinning in this tiny room, that look
[Chorus]
Right here in the country house
We got hand‑me‑down dreams and a secondhand couch
Peeling paint, but the love don’t fade
Every cracked board knows our names
Right here in the country house
I don’t need much, just you and this town
Let the world rush past that gravel drive
We’re all right here for the rest of our lives
[Verse 2]
Porch swing sings out its tired tune
Crickets tune up in the yard
You’re laughing at the way I burn dinner
Saying “baby, it’s the thought that’s hard”
[Chorus]
Right here in the country house
We got hand‑me‑down dreams and a secondhand couch
Peeling paint, but the love don’t fade
Every cracked board knows our names
Right here in the country house
I don’t need much, just you and this town
Let the world rush past that gravel drive
We’re all right here for the rest of our lives
[Bridge]
Storm clouds gather, roof might leak
But your hand finds mine, and I’m finally at ease
Let the branches bend, let the thunder shout
Our little light’s still burning when the power goes out
[Chorus]
Right here in the country house
We got hand‑me‑down dreams and a secondhand couch
Peeling paint, but the love don’t fade
Every cracked board knows our names
Right here in the country house
I don’t need much, just you and this town
Let the world rush past that gravel drive
We’re all right here for the rest of our lives

country, Warm alt-country band feel: dusty acoustic strum, brushed snare, soft organ pad, and melodic electric fills. Intimate male vocals close to the mic; verses stay tender and low, chorus blooms with stacked harmonies and a steady backbeat. Subtle pedal steel swells in the bridge, ending on a gentle, lingering chord.