Knock You Out Your Boots

[Verse 1]
Down here where the red clay runs
We learn fast how a heart gets won
That front porch light, that Friday kiss
Boy, you don’t know what country is
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s cornbread laughs at the kitchen table
Two worn hands sayin’, “Son, be grateful”
You ask ‘em how they made it through
They’ll smile and point right back to you (yeah)
[Chorus]
This country love is kinda special
It’ll knock you out your boots
Just ask your mom and dad about it
They’ll tell you all the truth
From first slow dance to weddin’ vows
To “baby, pass the stew”
This country love is kinda special
And it’s waitin’ here for you (oh, it’s true)
[Verse 2]
It’s her hair in your old ball cap
Dozin’ off in your beat-up cab
That “be home by ten” turns into
“Text me when you’re pulling through”
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s front row pews and Sunday dresses
Moonlit fields and messy guesses
You think it ain’t forever yet
But their story says, “Just place your bet”
[Chorus]
’Cause this country love is kinda special
It’ll knock you out your boots
Just ask your mom and dad about it
They’ll tell you all the truth
From little fights to makin’ up
To “I still choose you”
This country love is kinda special
And it’s waitin’ here for you (yeah, for you)

country, Modern southern country-pop, midtempo groove with steady kick and warm bass, twangy electric and acoustic guitars trading licks, male vocals with a playful drawl. Big, shout-along chorus with stacked gang vocals on the hook and subtle organ pad underlining the lift into each chorus.