I'm Still Up at Three
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Acoustic Folk
An original example from a mom to her daughter, Allison, for her first Mother's Day. Allison's son, Wyatt, was born in February, and last week she texted her mom at 3 a.m. to ask whether it's normal to cry while the baby eats. When Allison was four she lined up her stuffed animals on the stairs and took attendance before breakfast. The glider her mom rocked her in now squeaks in Wyatt's nursery, and her mom drove up from Knoxville with a cooler of lasagna. The song tells Allison she is already a good mom, and that her mom is still up at three if she needs her.
Live-room acoustic folk at 88 BPM over a gentle train beat, with fingerpicked guitar and mandolin. Husky low female vocal, plainspoken in the verses, with tight harmony on the chorus. Upright bass and light brushed snare, a key change into the final chorus and a short band tag.
“An original example of a Mother's Day acoustic folk song from a mom to her daughter Allison, a new mom who texts her at 3 a.m. with questions about the baby.”
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Last week my phone lit up at three Your words came shaking through Is it normal to cry while the baby eats With Wyatt in your arms, brand new He came to us in February And now it's me who answers you It is, Allison, it is I typed it fast and true
I'm still up at three Send anything, it comes to me You're already a good mom Even tired, even teary
When you were four you lined them up Your stuffed animals on the stairs Took attendance every morning Before breakfast, called them there You were mothering before you knew Somebody always in your care Now the roll call's down to one And Wyatt answers just by being there
I'm still up at three Send anything, it comes to me You're already a good mom Even tired, even teary
The glider where I rocked you Sits in Wyatt's nursery now It still squeaks on the back swing Like it's keeping time somehow I drove up from Knoxville With a cooler of lasagna in the back You took one look and cried Sometimes love's a pan like that
I'm still up at three Send anything, it comes to me You're already a good mom Even tired, even teary
That squeak, that cry, that hungry night They don't mean you're doing it wrong They mean you're doing it right
I'm still up at three Send anything, it comes to me You're already a good mom, Allison Happy first Mother's Day from me
Go on and rest now, I've got the phone
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