[Intro — spoken over a loose guitar riff] Man, I had a whole list of things I thought I needed. Afternoon got good before I bought any of ’em. [Verse 1 — relaxed, slightly raspy singing] Screen door slams and the dog gets loose, Run down the block with one untied shoe. Old man laughin’ from a foldin’ chair, Says, “Son, that dog ain’t goin’ anywhere.” Find him next door, stretched out in the shade, Like he’s got nothin’ to do all day. Lady comes out with his leash for me, Hands me an orange picked fresh off her tree. Came down the sidewalk complainin’ again, Walked back home with a dog and a friend. Lord, You’ve been good on the ordinary days— I keep hurryin’ past the reasons to praise. [Chorus — bright, loose, melodic] Good right here, good right here, Little bit of sunshine, somebody near. Bare feet tappin’ on the kitchen floor, Let that old record play a little more. Good right here, let it roll, Jesus put a little rest in my soul. Don’t need a perfect day or a perfect year To thank You for the good right here. [Instrumental — rolling bass, playful guitar lead] [Verse 2 — conversational singing with a bouncy rhythm] Bill on the fridge, big circle in red, Didn’t need paper to keep it in my head. Then my little girl says, “Daddy, come see,” Drew our whole family beneath a palm tree. Put a golden crown on her mama’s head, Made the dog purple and the front door red. Wasn’t much resemblance, but I got the idea— Everybody she loves was together right here. Still got a job and some work to do, But the whole afternoon don’t belong to the blues. Jesus, keep me here with these chalk-stained hands; There’s more to this day than the things I had planned. [Chorus] Good right here, good right here, Little bit of sunshine, somebody near. Bare feet tappin’ on the kitchen floor, Let that old record play a little more. Good right here, let it roll, Jesus put a little rest in my soul. Don’t need a perfect day or a perfect year To thank You for the good right here. [Dub breakdown — bass and rimshots, intimate vocal] The work can wait till this record’s done, Let the last note hang in the afternoon sun. Lord, You’ve been good in a thousand small ways— I’m gonna stop long enough to say… [Bridge — soulful, unhurried] Thank You for the people Who can knock without a call. Thank You for the laughter Comin’ down the hall. Thank You for Your patience When I’m somewhere in my head. For meetin’ me this morning Before I left my bed. [Guitar solo — bluesy bends over the reggae groove] [Final Chorus — full band, casual backing vocals] Good right here, good right here, Chalk on my fingers, somebody near. Bare feet tappin’ on the kitchen floor, Let that old record play a little more. Good right here, let it roll, Jesus put a little rest in my soul. Even on a crooked day, even in a hard year, I can thank You for the good right here. [Outro — guitar echoes, bass continues] Leave that window open. Let the last side play. Thank You, Jesus… For the good in this day.
