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Lyle Lovett - This Old Porch lyrics
(Robert Keen and Lyle Lovett) This old porch is like a big old red and white Hereford bull Standing under a mesquite tree Out in Agua Dulce And he just keeps on playing hide and seek With that hot August sun Just a-sweatin' and a-pantin' Cause his work is never done And this old porch is like a steaming, greasy plate of enchiladas With lots of cheese and onions And a guacamole salad And you can get'em down at the LaSalle Hotel In old downtown With iced tea and a waitress And she will smile every time And this old porch is the Palace walk-in On the main street of Texas That's never seen the day Of G and R and Xs With that '62 poster That's almost faded down And a screen without a picture Since Giant came to town And this old porch is like a weathered, gray-haired Seventy years of Texas Who's doing all he can Not to give in to the city And he always takes the rent late So long as I run his cattle And he picks me up at dinnertime And I listen to him rattle He says the Brazos still runs muddy Just like she's run all along And there ain't never been no cane to grind The cotton's all but gone And you know this brand new Chevrolet Hell it was something back in '60 But now there won't nobody listen to him 'Cause they all think he's crazy And this old porch is just a long time Of waiting and forgetting And 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 of those passerby Who said we'd never get back up This old porch is just a long time Of waiting and forge |
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