And this old porch is like a steaming,
greasy plate of enchiladas
With lots of cheese and onions
With iced tea and a waitress
And she will smile every time
And this old porch is like a weathered,
Seventy Seventy years of Texas
Not to give in to the city
And he al ways 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
The cotton's all but gone
And you know this brand new Chevrolet
Hell it was something back
But now there won't nobody
'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
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 sons-of-bitches
Who Who Who said we'd never
