Oh yeah
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Yeah oh yeah
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The only ground I ever owned was sticking to my shoes
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Now I look at my front porch and this panoramic view
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I can sit and watch the fields fill up
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With rays of glowing sun
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Or watch the moon lay on the fences
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Like that's where it was hung
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My blessings are in front of me
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It's not about the land
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I'll never beat the view
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From my front porch looking in
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There's a carrot top who can barely walk
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With a sippy cup of milk
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A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong
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'Cause she likes to dress herself
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And the most beautiful girl holding both of them
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And the view I love the most
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Is my front porch looking in, yeah
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I've traveled here and everywhere
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Following my job
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I've seen the paintings from the air
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Brushed by the hand of God
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The mountains and the canyons reach from sea to shining sea
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But I can't wait to get back home
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To the one he made for me
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It's anywhere I'll ever go and everywhere I've been
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Nothing takes my breath away
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Like my front porch looking in
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There's a carrot top who can barely walk
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With a sippy cup of milk
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A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong
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'Cause she likes to dress herself
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And the most beautiful girl holding both of them
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Yeah the view I love the most
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Is my front porch looking in
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I see what beautiful is about
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When I'm looking in
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Not when I'm looking out
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There's a carrot top who can barely walk
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With a sippy cup of milk
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A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong
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'Cause she likes to dress herself
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And the most beautiful girl holding both of them
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Yeah the view I love the most
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Oh, the view I love the most
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Is my front porch looking in
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Yeah
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Oh, there's a carrot top who can barely walk
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(From my front porch looking in)
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A little blue eyed blonde with shoes on wrong, yeah
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And the most beautiful girl
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(Beautiful girl
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From my front porch looking in)
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Holding both of them
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Oh, yeah
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My Front Porch Looking In
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| Lonestar |
