[Intro – screen door, footsteps, coffee cup, birds; acoustic guitar and a warm harmonica phrase] [Bubba – MALE, spoken] Well, hey y'all. Welcome to the Holler. I ain't got all the answers. But I've got coffee, a guitar, and one more chair than we need. Come on in. [Darlene – FEMALE, spoken] And if he starts tellin' stories, make yourself comfortable! [Verse 1 – Bubba, male lead] I came up where the red dirt clung to a Sunday pair of shoes, Where Papa poured good old Georgia sweet tea and somebody sang the blues. I've taken roads I wouldn't recommend, and missed a turn or two, But the road that brought me here left a little room for you. There's a lantern in the window and a song beneath the trees, A little white dog on patrol and a good old evening breeze. You can bring your questions, I got plenty of my own, Nobody has to earn a welcome just to feel a little home. [Chorus – Bubba lead, Darlene female harmony] Pull up a chair, set your burden down, There's room for one more when the sun goes down. A little laugh, a little prayer, let the old strings ring, Nobody's too young or too old to sing. Bring your joy, bring your trouble, bring the road that brought you here, Keep the porch light shining — pull up a chair. [Verse 2 – Darlene, female lead] There's a kid with muddy sneakers and a granddad moving slow, There's a woman starting over, and a man afraid to show That he's tired of being lonely, tired of trying to be tough; Sometimes somebody listening is a kind of love enough. We can disagree on Tuesday, still share biscuits Wednesday night, Ask a better question, try to get the story right. And when that sax starts talking, and the harmonica replies, We're a front-porch kind of family underneath the evening sky. [Instrumental – Darlene's tenor sax trades playful riffs with Bubba's blues harmonica; boogie piano] [Chorus – duet] Pull up a chair, set your burden down, There's room for one more when the sun goes down. A little laugh, a little prayer, let the old strings ring, Nobody's too young or too old to sing. Bring your joy, bring your trouble, bring the road that brought you here, Keep the porch light shining — pull up a chair. [Bridge – acoustic guitar and soft organ] [Bubba – MALE, singing] I can't undo the wrong turns or recover every day, But I can try to love my people in a better kind of way. [Darlene – FEMALE, singing] You don't need a perfect story, you don't need a perfect past, Just a hand held out in welcome, and a song that has a chance to last. [Final Chorus – duet with small crowd harmony, handclaps] Pull up a chair, set your burden down, There's room for one more when the sun goes down. A little laugh, a little prayer, let the old strings ring, Nobody's too young or too old to sing. Bring your joy, bring your trouble, bring the road that brought you here, Keep the porch light shining — pull up a chair. [Outro – harmonica, sax, acoustic guitar] [Darlene – FEMALE, spoken] Bubba, how many chairs we got left? [Bubba – MALE, spoken] Well, dadgummit, we'll build another one! God first. Love your people. And do something good along the way. [Final warm band chord]
