[Verse 1] I moved in with a box of books And saw the kitchen window bright You'd cleared the table to the wall And pulled the old rug out of sight The radio was playing low The floor had room from end to end You said, we can go out later But here is where the evening begins [Pre-Chorus] I put the heavy box away You found the record we could play [Chorus] Boots by the back door Keys in the bowl We're not going anywhere We've got a beat and room to roll Turn a kitchen into Friday Let the whole week's worry go Boots by the back door Let's make this empty house our home [Verse 2] We made a supper out of leftovers And danced while we waited for the pan The dog lay right across the doorway So we made a smaller dancing plan You spun past the empty bookshelf I caught the vase before it slid We laughed and put it on the counter Then kept our steps a little big [Chorus] Boots by the back door Keys in the bowl We're not going anywhere We've got a beat and room to roll Turn a kitchen into Friday Let the whole week's worry go Boots by the back door Let's make this empty house our home [Instrumental - fiddle and guitar over disco beat, eight bars] [Bridge] At midnight all the plates were done And all the moving boxes stacked You said, this house feels like our place I said, we'll make the music last [Final Chorus] Boots by the back door Keys in the bowl We found the kind of Friday That we can make at home Turn a kitchen into dancing Let the whole week's worry go Boots by the back door Let's make this empty house our home [Outro] We left a little space beside the table For the next song after supper.
