[Intro] [Slow groove, soulful guitar lick, light organ in the background] Mmm… yeah… It’s the little things, baby... oh, the little things… [Verse 1] [Easy swing, mid-tempo shuffle; voice warm, low and close to the mic] Woke up to sunshine creepin’ through the blinds Coffee on the stove, girl, your hand in mine Don’t need no mansion, don’t need no gold Just your sweet kiss when the morning’s cold [Verse 2] [Add a bit more bounce in the delivery] Old vinyl playin’ that Sam Cooke sound You dancin’ barefoot just spinnin’ ‘round No fancy dinners, no limousine Just you laughin' loud in my ripped blue jeans [Chorus] [let it shine like a gospel moment] It’s the little things, oh yes, the little things That put the joy in my blues and the soul in my strings A warm smile, a soft song, and a sweet melody The little things, baby, that set me free [Verse 3] [Drop it down again, real personal tone] A dog barkin' out back, wind chimes in the breeze Your voice hummin’ softly as you water the trees No ticket to Paris, no ocean view Just Sunday pancakes and some time with you [Chorus] [Stronger, build it again like the last chorus but with even more feeling] It’s the little things, oh yeah, the little things Like a walk ‘round the block or the joy that love brings That sunrise kiss, or when you dance off-key The little things, baby, mean the world to me [Bridge] [Guitar solo – expressive and moaning] [Vocals return with a whisper, like a realization] I used to chase big dreams, chase ‘em far and wide But your smile, babe… it turned the tide [Final Chorus] [Guitar, organ, backup vocals. Sing it with all your heart] It’s the little things, mmm, the little things That turned my blues into golden rings Like your hand in mine when the world feels cold These little things, baby, worth more than gold [Outro] [Guitar fades out with a playful lick; hum the last line] Mmm… the little things… yeah, they make me sing… [END]
