Back Porch - Live
I wish we had a back porch and a little sunshine
No real trouble on our minds
We'd drink a lot a beer or sip a bit of wine
And play every record we could find
Sitting on the back porch sounds like a dream
With the dark clouds hanging in the sky
We dream together but we can't change the weather
So I'm starting to wonder why
Doo doo
Our poor little back porch made out of wood
Standing in the snow and rain
Looks like a nightmare, maybe I should leave it there
Somewhere in the corner of my brain
Sitting in the cold, waiting for the rain
There's one thing that we won't get
A genuine back porch, Sunday afternoon with the
Sounds and the smells and the sweat
Doo doo
A cool pair of boots won't grow you any roots
We can't even fool a blind man
But honey, what do we care? Let's get another pair
And stumble on the only way we can
If we wanna hear a cricket we've got to buy a ticket
And fly to the Texas Hills
I'll rock your chair, we'll breathe in the air
Just live without the frills
Is it weird to sing when you hit the right string
But you know nobody's buying
In our wet little land, flat little land
We just keep on trying
I wish we had a back porch and a little sunshine
No real trouble on our minds
We'd drink a lot a beer or sip a bit of wine
And play every record we could find
Our poor little back porch made out of wood
Standing in the snow and rain
Looks like a nightmare, maybe I should leave it there
Somewhere in the corner of my brain
No real trouble on our minds
We'd drink a lot a beer or sip a bit of wine
And play every record we could find
Sitting on the back porch sounds like a dream
With the dark clouds hanging in the sky
We dream together but we can't change the weather
So I'm starting to wonder why
Doo doo
Our poor little back porch made out of wood
Standing in the snow and rain
Looks like a nightmare, maybe I should leave it there
Somewhere in the corner of my brain
Sitting in the cold, waiting for the rain
There's one thing that we won't get
A genuine back porch, Sunday afternoon with the
Sounds and the smells and the sweat
Doo doo
A cool pair of boots won't grow you any roots
We can't even fool a blind man
But honey, what do we care? Let's get another pair
And stumble on the only way we can
If we wanna hear a cricket we've got to buy a ticket
And fly to the Texas Hills
I'll rock your chair, we'll breathe in the air
Just live without the frills
Is it weird to sing when you hit the right string
But you know nobody's buying
In our wet little land, flat little land
We just keep on trying
I wish we had a back porch and a little sunshine
No real trouble on our minds
We'd drink a lot a beer or sip a bit of wine
And play every record we could find
Our poor little back porch made out of wood
Standing in the snow and rain
Looks like a nightmare, maybe I should leave it there
Somewhere in the corner of my brain
Credits
Writer(s): Lambertus P J Bart Win De
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