Backyard Overtime
Electro-country with a 100 BPM bounce, punchy 4/4 kick-snare, swung acoustic strums and a playful electro-swing pulse; verse rides Martin acoustic, dobro fills, and soft percussion, pre-chorus opens with claps and rising scratches, chorus hits with distorted electric guitar, stacked female vocal doubles, and a chanty hook. Add vinyl crackle, reversed swells, and quick stop-time turns between lines; bright, punchy, emotional mix with an intimate close-mic lead and powerful dynamic vocals. Female vocals only., electronic, beats, country, complex, slow, emotional, female vocals, soft, dynamic, acoustic, light, electro swing, electric
Backyard Overtime
Electro-country with a 100 BPM bounce, punchy 4/4 kick-snare, swung acoustic strums and a playful electro-swing pulse; verse rides Martin acoustic, dobro fills, and soft percussion, pre-chorus opens with claps and rising scratches, chorus hits with distorted electric guitar, stacked female vocal doubles, and a chanty hook. Add vinyl crackle, reversed swells, and quick stop-time turns between lines; bright, punchy, emotional mix with an intimate close-mic lead and powerful dynamic vocals. Female vocals only., electronic, beats, country, complex, slow, emotional, female vocals, soft, dynamic, acoustic, light, electro swing, electric
Lyrics
Verse 1
When you're not around,
the fence line feels too wide
I set out the folding chairs
and still save you a side
Coolers full of lime and ice
paper plates stacked high
Burgers on the black-top grill
and the peach pie's mine
Pre-Chorus
Jalapeños, corn on the cob
ribs on a tin tray
Lemonade, sweet tea
everybody takes a place
We pass the sauce
we pass the jokes
we pass the stories 'round
But I keep looking at that gate
like you're gonna walk in now
Chorus
When you're not around
the whole yard feels it
When you're not around
I can't quite shake it
Come on home now
come on home now
My table's got your name on it
When you're not around
I still taste your place
Verse 2
We play cards by the truck bed
someone starts a game
Kids chase the sprinkler arc
and yell each other's names
Coleslaw, baked beans
watermelon on a knife
Cold beer, cherry soda
fingers sticky all night
Pre-Chorus
One more song, one more laugh
boots sliding in the dust
The moon keeps leaning on the shed
but it don't outshine us
I smile with the crowd
I dance a little too loud
Still every time the door squeaks open
I think that might be you now
Chorus
When you're not around
the whole yard feels it
When you're not around
I can't quite shake it
Come on home now
come on home now
My table's got your name on it
When you're not around
I still taste your place
Bridge
Maybe it's the smoke
maybe it's the moon
Maybe it's your empty chair
that keeps calling me soon
Bring your hungry heart
bring your dusty boots
I've got one last plate set aside
and a front-row seat for you
Chorus
When you're not around
the whole yard feels it
When you're not around
I can't quite shake it
Come on home now
come on home now
My table's got your name on it
When you're not around
I still taste your place