| It sure is nice, sittin' on this porch
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| Pickin' these old time songs
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| No matter how far I get from here
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| This place still feels like home
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| Remember all those summer nights
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| We’d talk about life and such
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| Well Dad, I’ve come to realize
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| I haven’t said enough
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| But thanks for the G chord
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| Teachin' me about the good Lord
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| Givin' me that old Ford
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| When I turned sixteen
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| Thanks for hangin' in there
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| When I was goin' nowhere
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| Thanks for never changin'
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| That lock on the front door
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| Thanks for the G chord
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| That old flat top Martin, you gave me back then
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| You know I’ve still got it now
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| I keep it locked up in that same ol' case
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| You used to tote around
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| Sometimes when the crowd is quiet
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| I’ll bring it out again
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| And play the first song you taught me
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| Back when I was ten
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| Thanks for the G chord
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| Teachin' me about the good Lord
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| Givin' me that old Ford
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| When I turned sixteen
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| Thanks for hangin' in there
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| When I was goin' nowhere
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| Thanks for never changin'
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| That lock on the front door
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| Thanks for the G chord
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| Thanks for hangin' in there
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| When I was goin' nowhere
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| Thanks for never changin'
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| That lock on the front door
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| Thanks for the G chord |