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Robert Earl Keen

Genres: Country

Front Porch Song Lyrics - Robert Earl Keen

This old porch is just a big old red and white Hereford bull 

Standing under a mesquite tree in Agua Dolce, Texas 

He just keeps on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun 

He's sweatin' and a-pantin' 

'Cause his work is never done 

Ah, no 

He's got them cows and that red top cane 

 

This old porch is just a steaming, greasy plate of enchiladas 

With lots of cheese and onions and a guacamole salad 

You can get at the La Salle Hotel in old downtown 

With iced tea and a waitress who will smile every time 

Yea, she will 

I left a quater tip on my ten-dollar bill 

 

This old porch is a Palace walk-in 

On the main street in Texas 

It ain't never seen or heard the day 

Of G and are and X's 

With a '62 poster that's almost faded down 

And a screen without a picture since the Giant came to town 

Oh, no 

I love them Junior Mints and them Red Hots, too 

Yes I do 

And old movie pictures 

 

This old porch is just a weathered, gray-hair seventy years of Texas 

He'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 

He picks me up at dinner-time, I listen to him rattle 

He says the Brazo still runs muddy long 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 pick-up truck, shewas something, back in '60 

Now there ain't nobody listen to him, 'cause they all think he's crazy 

 

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 and the curse of luck 

From all them sons-of-bitches, who said we'd never get back up 

 

This old porch is just a big ol' red and white Hereford bull 

Standing under a mesquite tree in Agua Dolce 

He just keeps on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun 

He's sweating' and a-pantin' 

Cause' his work is never done 

Aw, no 

I've known a whole lot of old bulls in my life 

And there work is never done 

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