| It was where my mama sat on that old swing with her crochet
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| It was where grandaddy taught me how to cuss and how to pray
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| It was where we made our own ice cream those sultry summer nights
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| Where the bulldog had her puppies and us brothers had our fights
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| There were many nights I’d sit right there and look out at the stars
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| To the sound of a distant wippoorwhill or the hum of a passin' car
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| It was where I first got up the nerve to steal me my first kiss
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| And it was where I learned to play guitar and pray I had the gift
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| If the world had a front porch like we did back then
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| We’d still have our problems but we’d all be friends
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| Treatin' your neighbor like he’s your next of kin
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| Wouldn’t be gone with the wind
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| If the world had a front porch like we did back then
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| Purple hulls and pintos I’ve shelled more than my share
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| Cause lighting bugs and crickets danced in the evening air
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| And like a beacon that ol' yellow bulb it always led me home
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| Some how mama always knew just when to leave it on
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| If the world had a front porch…
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| Treatin' your neighbor… |