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The Front Porch Song
by Robert Earl Keen Jr. and Lyle Lovett
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This old porch is a big ol' red and white Herford bull
C D
Standin' under a mesquite tree in Agua Dulce, Texas
G Em
He keeps on playin' hide and seek with that hot august sun
C D G
Sweatin' and a pantin' cause his work is never done
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Oh no, With those cows and a red top cane
This old porch is a steamin' greasy plate of enchiladas
With lots of cheese and onions ans a guacamole salad
You can get them at the LaSalle Hotel in old downtown
With ice tea and a waitress who will smile every time
Oh yeah, I left a quarter tip on my ten dollar bill
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
and that '62 poster that's almost faded down
and a screen without a picture since Giant came to town
Oh no, I like those junior mints and the red hots too, yes I do
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This old porch is like a weathered grey haired seventy years of Texas
who's doin' all he can not to give in to the city
and he always takes my rent late so long as I run his cattle
he pickes me up at dinner time and I listen to him rattle
he says the Brazos still runs muddy like she's run all along
there's never been no cane to grind and the cotton's all but gone
you know this Chevrolet pickup truck, hell she was somethin' back in '60
but now there won't nobody listen to him 'cause they all think he's crazy
This old porch is just a long time of waiting and forgetting
remembering the coming back and not crying about the leaving
and remembering the falling down and the laughter of the curse of luck
from all those son's of bitches who said we'd never get back up
This old porch is a big old red and white Herford bull
standing under a mesquite tree out in Agua Dulce
he keep's on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun
he's sweating and a panting 'cause his work is never done
I've know a whole lot of bulls in my time, and there work is never done.
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