| Good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise
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| My baby’s got a song to sing
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| While the crickets and the train whistle harmonize
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| Doing that front porch thing
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| Clanging out, banging out a feel good tune
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| Strumming on my old 6 string
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| Sure can kill these country blues
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| Doing that front porch thing
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| Work’s been slow, money’s been tight
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| But that’s alright, honey, that’s alright
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| Sometimes you won’t, but sometimes you will
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| And when she do what she do, it’s a doggone thrill
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| When the moon comes up, we sit down
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| And the chains start creaking
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| Making swinging sounds
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| Fall in love, all over again
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| Having so much fun, it ought to be a sin
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| When we’re doing that front porch thing
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| When we’re doing that front porch thing
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| Doing that front porch thing |