The Front Porch Song

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Robert Earl Keen - Country, Folk

The Front Porch Song

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[Verse 1] This old porch is a big ol' red-and-white Hereford bull Standin' under a mesquite tree in Agua Dulce, Texas He just keeps on playin' hide-and-seek with that hot August sun He's sweatin' and a-pantin' 'cause his work is never done, oh no He's got them cows and that red-top cane [Verse 2] This old porch is a steamin' greasy plate of enchiladas With lots of cheese and onions and a guacamole salad You can get them at the LaSalle Hotel in old downtown With iced tea and a waitress who will smile every time, yeah she will I left a quarter tip on my ten dollar bill [Verse 3] This old porch is a palace walk-in on a Main Street in Texas It ain't never seen or heard the days of G's and R's and X's With the '62 poster that's almost faded down And a screen without a picture since Giant came to town, oh no I love them Junior Mints and them Red Hots too, yes I do, aw yeah And old moving pictures [Verse 4] This old porch is just a weathered, grey-haired seventy years of Texas He's doin' all he can not to give in to the city And he always takes the rent late so long as I run his cattle He picks me up at dinner time, I listen to him rattle [Verse 5] He says the Brazos still runs muddy like she's run all along There ain't never been no cane to grind, the cotton's all but gone And you know this Chevrolet pickup truck, she was somethin' back in '60 Now there ain't nobody to listen to him 'cause they all think he's crazy [Verse 6] This old porch is just a long time waiting and forgetting And remembering the coming back, not crying 'bout the leaving And remembering the falling down and the laughter of the curse of luck From all those sons-of-bitches who said we'd never get back up [Verse 7] This old porch is just a big old red-and-white Hereford bull Standing under a mesquite tree out in Agua Dulce Just keeps on playing hide-and-seek with that hot August sun He's sweating and a-panting 'cause his work is never done, oh no I've known a whole lot of ol' bulls in my life, and their work is never done

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Credits

Writers
  • Lyle Lovett
  • Robert Earl Keen