Lyle Lovett - This Old Porch Lyrics
This old porch is like a big old red and white hereford bullStanding under a mesquite treeOut in agua dulceAnd he just keeps on playing hide and seekWith that hot august sunJust a-sweatin and a-pantinCause his work is never doneAnd this old porch is like a steaming, greasy plate of enchiladasWith lots of cheese and onionsAnd a guacamole saladAnd you can getem down at the lasalle hotelIn old downtownWith iced tea and a waitressAnd she will smile every timeAnd this old porch is the palace walk-inOn the main street of texasThats never seen the dayOf g and r and xsWith that 62 posterThats almost faded downAnd a screen without a pictureSince giant came to townAnd this old porch is like a weathered, gray-hairedSeventy years of texasWhos doing all he canNot to give in to the cityAnd he always takes the rent lateSo long as I run his cattleAnd he picks me up at dinnertimeAnd I listen to him rattleHe says the brazos still runs muddyJust like shes run all alongAnd there aint never been no cane to grindThe cottons all but goneAnd you know this brand new chevroletHell it was something back in 60But now there wont nobody listen to himcause they all think hes crazyAnd this old porch is just a long timeOf waiting and forgettingAnd remembering the coming backAnd not crying about the leavingAnd remembering the falling downAnd the laughter of the curse of luckFrom all of those passerbyWho said wed never get back upThis old porch is just a long timeOf waiting and forgettingAnd remembering the coming backAnd not crying about the leavingAnd remembering the falling downAnd the laughter of the curse of luckFrom all of those sons-of-*****esWho said wed never get back up
