This old porch is just a big ol' red and white Hereford bull
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Standin' under a mesquite tree in Agua Dulce, Texas
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He just keeps on playin' hide and seek with that hot August sun
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Sweatin' and a pantin' cause his work is never done
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Oh no, with those cows and that red top cane
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This old porch is a steamin' greasy plate of enchiladas
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With lots of cheese and onions, guacamole salad
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You can get them at the LaSalle Hotel in old downtown
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With iced tea and a waitress who will smile every time
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Oh yeah, I left a quarter tip on my ten dollar bill
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This old porch is a palace walk in on a main street in Texas
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It ain't never seen or heard the day of G's and R's and X's
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And that '62 poster that's almost faded down
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And a screen without a picture since Giant came to town
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Oh no, I love them Junior Mints and the Red Hots too, yes I do
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This old porch is like a weathered grey haired seventy years of Texas
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Who¡¯s doin' all he can not to give in to the city
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And he always takes the rent late, so long as I run his cattle
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He picks me up at dinner time and I listen to him rattle
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He says the Brazos still runs muddy like she's run all along
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There¡¯s never been no cane to grind and the cotton's all but gone
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You know this Chevrolet pickup truck, hell she was somethin' back in '60
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But now there won't nobody listen to him 'cause they all think he's crazy
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This old porch is just a long time of waiting and forgetting
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Remembering the coming back and not crying about the leaving
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And remembering the falling down and the laughter of the curse of luck
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From all those son's of bitches who said we'd never get back up
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This old porch is a big old red and white Hereford bull
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Standing under a mesquite tree out in Agua Dulce
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He keep's on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun
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He¡¯s sweating and a panting 'cause his work is never done
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I've know a whole lot of bulls in my time, and there work is never done.
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Front Porch Song
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Robert Earl Keen |