1. Back Porch

From the recording Back Porch


I wish we had a back porchAnd a little sunshineNo real trouble on our mindsWe’d drink a lot a beer or sip a bit of wineAnd play every record we could find Sitting on the back porchSounds like a dream with theDark clouds hanging in the skyWe dream together but we can’t change the weatherSo I’m starting to wonder why Doo dooOur poor little back porchMade out of woodStanding in the snow and rainLooks like a nightmare, maybe I should leave it thereSomewhere in the corner of my brain Sitting in the coldWaiting for the rainThere’s one thing that we won’t getA genuine back porch, Sunday afternoon with theSounds and the smells and the sweat Doo doo A cool pair of bootsWon’t grow you any rootsWe can’t even fool a blind manBut honey, what do we care? Let’s get another pairAnd stumble on the only way we can If we want to hear a cricketWe’ve got to buy a ticketAnd fly to the Texas HillsI’ll rock your chair, we’ll breathe in the airJust live without the frills Is it weird to sing when you hit the right stringBut you know nobody’s buyingIn our wet little land, flat little landWe just keep on trying