| I remember mama swinging that screen door open bringing a cold glass of sweet
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| tea for daddy’s hand
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| A hard day’s work and family restin', me and him and brother gettin' hungry for
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| what’s cookin' in mama’s pan
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| After supper out there pickin' singin' hymns into the night. |
| that’s the kind of
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| simple livin' I’ve been chasin' all my life
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| There ain’t nothin' any better than love, faith and family together in this
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| world of crazy weather — it’s the safest place to ride out any storm —
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| Got to get back to the front porch
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| I remember lookin' back seein' daddy wave as I was leavin', that «lord,
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| help him» tear in mama’s eyes. |
| I went from climbin' trees to climbin' ladders,
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| tryin' to shine, tryin' to matter, only left me less than satisfied.
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| Now I don’t have a front porch like my mom and daddy did and I’m finding it’s a
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| way of life no matter where you live.
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| (Repeat chorus) x2
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| Got to get back to the front porch
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| I’m gonna sing, I’m gonna smile
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| Gonna rest for a little while
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| Gotta get back to the front porch
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| Got to get back to the front porch
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| I’m gonna sing, I’m gonna smile
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| Gonna rest for a little while
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| Gotta get back to the front porch
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| Not gonna worry anymore
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| Have a talk with my lord
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| Got to get back to the front porch
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| Hold my wife and show my kids
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| This is the only way to live
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| Got to get back to the front porch
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| Back to the front porch |