You Know the Porch, Watch the Door — The Holler Sound III

North Georgia country-soul opener, 104 BPM 4/4, Bubba warm gritty mature MALE baritone; Darlene unmistakably FEMALE soulful alto, own verse, spoken replies, duet chorus, Familiar opening acoustic Roll-Up G6|Em7|Cadd9|D7, motif G-B-D-E-D-B; fiddle reply, upright slap bass, brushed shuffle, Spoken chord introductions clearly audible, no singing bracket instructions, NEW Side-Step G6|G13sus4|C9|Cm6|G6: piano G bass with F-A-C-E upper notes for G13sus4; bass switches to syncopated funk under short country-rap verse, Backroad Wink C6|C#dim7|G/D|D7; brief exposed piano demonstration, Porch Swing Float G6/9 warm final landing, Harmonica and tenor sax trade, banjo/fiddle/steel rotate, B3 late, Rockabilly double-bass bounce in final chorus, steady tempo, Full-band stop two beats before chorus return, surprise unaccompanied female pickup, Organic spacious groove, clear story and memorable hook, no abrupt cutoff

V6-MINI

[Verse 1: Bubba, male; easy country shuffle]
There's a ring on the table from yesterday's cup,
A chair with a squeak when you first sit up.
That old screen door still catches the breeze,
And the fiddle knows the tune like the birds know the trees.
You can tap your boot before the words come round,
That's the way you know you're on familiar ground.
But a little past the place where you think we'll land,
There's a sideways smile in the piano man's hand.

[Chorus: male-female duet]
You know the porch, but watch that door,
There's a little something coming you ain't heard before.
Same warm welcome, little brand-new swing,
Don't know what that old screen door might bring.
Round that bend, let the good notes roll,
Put a little surprise in a familiar soul.
You know the porch, but watch that door,
Pull your chair up closer, we got a little more.

[Band quiet; spoken Bubba over held G6]
Here's one we're calling the Holler Side-Step.
Hold that G down low.
Let the notes upstairs lean over a little.
[Exposed piano G13sus4: low G, upper F-A-C-E]
[Spoken Darlene]
Ooh. Leave that door cracked.
[Instrumental: Side-Step G6|G13sus4|C9|Cm6|G6; sax answers piano]

[Verse 2: Bubba; playful country rap, syncopated funk bass]
Boot heel, bass line, coffee cup ring,
Otis at the keys making floorboards sing.
Banjo in the corner saying, What about me?
Give him four little bars, then let that thing breathe.
Got a country mile tucked in a city groove,
A little back-porch shuffle with a sideways move.
I ain't in a hurry, but I ain't sitting still,
We can take another turn without leaving this hill.

[Verse 3: Darlene, sung female lead]
You don't need every color on the wall at once,
Let a little silence do what thunder never does.
I'll put a little sax where the last word ends,
You can hear the story when the music lets it in.
Take the light down low, let the steel cry through,
Then the bass comes walking in a different pair of shoes.
I can hear you laughing, you were sure you knew—
Honey, that next little corner's got a wink for you.

[Spoken Bubba; piano alone]
This one's the Backroad Wink.
C, slip up through C-sharp diminished—
Then meet us over D.
[Four-bar piano C6|C#dim7|G/D|D7, banjo short answer]
[Spoken Darlene]
You almost walked right past that one.

[Bridge: intimate sung duet, bass and acoustic only]
[Bubba]
Some things ought to stay familiar.
[Darlene]
Some things need a little room.
[Bubba]
Like a friend who brings a story—
[Darlene]
And a flower that finally blooms.
[Duet]
Keep the heart inside the changing,
Keep the welcome in the sound;
Leave a little space for wonder
Every time we come around.

[Instrumental: harmonica four bars; sax four bars; rockabilly upright bass joins]
[Two-beat full-band stop]
[Darlene, alone, smiling pickup]
Well, don't go home yet!

[Final chorus: duet, rockabilly bounce, handclaps, B3 lift]
You know the porch, but watch that door,
There's a little something coming you ain't heard before.
Same warm welcome, little brand-new swing,
Don't know what that old screen door might bring.
Round that bend, let the good notes roll,
Put a little surprise in a familiar soul.
You know the porch, but watch that door,
Pull your chair up closer, we got a little more.

[Outro: band settles to quiet piano]
[Spoken Bubba]
And this soft landing?
We're calling it the Porch Swing Float.
[Hold G6/9; harmonica gently answers]
[Spoken Darlene]
Same porch. Plenty more sky.
[Spoken Bubba]
Like ninety going north.
[One dry banjo pluck; natural complete ending]

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[Intro: solo acoustic, familiar Roll-Up G6-Em7-Cadd9-D7; harmonica motif, fiddle answers] [Spoken: Bubba, male] Well, you know this porch. Same old boards. Same good company. But we put another turn in the road. [Spoken: Darlene, female] Tell 'em before you take it, Bubba. [Verse 1: Bubba, male; easy country shuffle] There's a ring on the table from yesterday's cup, A chair with a squeak when you first sit up. That old screen door still catches the breeze, And the fiddle knows the tune like the birds know the trees. You can tap your boot before the words come round, That's the way you know you're on familiar ground. But a little past the place where you think we'll land, There's a sideways smile in the piano man's hand. [Chorus: male-female duet] You know the porch, but watch that door, There's a little something coming you ain't heard before. Same warm welcome, little brand-new swing, Don't know what that old screen door might bring. Round that bend, let the good notes roll, Put a little surprise in a familiar soul. You know the porch, but watch that door, Pull your chair up closer, we got a little more. [Band quiet; spoken Bubba over held G6] Here's one we're calling the Holler Side-Step. Hold that G down low. Let the notes upstairs lean over a little. [Exposed piano G13sus4: low G, upper F-A-C-E] [Spoken Darlene] Ooh. Leave that door cracked. [Instrumental: Side-Step G6|G13sus4|C9|Cm6|G6; sax answers piano] [Verse 2: Bubba; playful country rap, syncopated funk bass] Boot heel, bass line, coffee cup ring, Otis at the keys making floorboards sing. Banjo in the corner saying, What about me? Give him four little bars, then let that thing breathe. Got a country mile tucked in a city groove, A little back-porch shuffle with a sideways move. I ain't in a hurry, but I ain't sitting still, We can take another turn without leaving this hill. [Verse 3: Darlene, sung female lead] You don't need every color on the wall at once, Let a little silence do what thunder never does. I'll put a little sax where the last word ends, You can hear the story when the music lets it in. Take the light down low, let the steel cry through, Then the bass comes walking in a different pair of shoes. I can hear you laughing, you were sure you knew— Honey, that next little corner's got a wink for you. [Spoken Bubba; piano alone] This one's the Backroad Wink. C, slip up through C-sharp diminished— Then meet us over D. [Four-bar piano C6|C#dim7|G/D|D7, banjo short answer] [Spoken Darlene] You almost walked right past that one. [Bridge: intimate sung duet, bass and acoustic only] [Bubba] Some things ought to stay familiar. [Darlene] Some things need a little room. [Bubba] Like a friend who brings a story— [Darlene] And a flower that finally blooms. [Duet] Keep the heart inside the changing, Keep the welcome in the sound; Leave a little space for wonder Every time we come around. [Instrumental: harmonica four bars; sax four bars; rockabilly upright bass joins] [Two-beat full-band stop] [Darlene, alone, smiling pickup] Well, don't go home yet! [Final chorus: duet, rockabilly bounce, handclaps, B3 lift] You know the porch, but watch that door, There's a little something coming you ain't heard before. Same warm welcome, little brand-new swing, Don't know what that old screen door might bring. Round that bend, let the good notes roll, Put a little surprise in a familiar soul. You know the porch, but watch that door, Pull your chair up closer, we got a little more. [Outro: band settles to quiet piano] [Spoken Bubba] And this soft landing? We're calling it the Porch Swing Float. [Hold G6/9; harmonica gently answers] [Spoken Darlene] Same porch. Plenty more sky. [Spoken Bubba] Like ninety going north. [One dry banjo pluck; natural complete ending]

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