Lyle Lovett - The front porch song

^EbThis old porch is like a big old red and ^Cmwhite Hereford bull ^AbStanding under a mesquite tree ^BbOut in Agua Dulce And he ^Ebjust keeps on playing hide and seek ^CmWith that hot August sun Ab Just A-sweatin' and A-pantin' Cause his ^Bbwork is never done And this old ^Ebporch is like a steaming, greasy ^Cmplate of enchiladas With ^Ablots of cheese and onions And a ^Bbguacamole salad And you can ^Ebget'em down at the LaSalle Hotel ^CmIn old downtown With i^Abced tea and a waitress And she will s^Bbmile every time And this old ^Ebporch is the Palace walk-in On the ^Cmmain street of Texas ^AbThat's never seen the day Of ^BbG and R and Xs With that '^Eb62 poster That's ^Cmalmost faded down And a ^Abscreen without a picture Since ^BbGiant came to town And this old ^Ebporch is like a weathered, gray-haired ^CmSeventy years of Texas ^AbWho's doing all he can Not to ^Bbgive in to the city And he ^Ebalways takes the rent late So ^Cmlong as I run his cattle And he^Ab picks me up at dinnertime And I l^Bbisten to him rattle He says the B^Ebrazos still runs muddy Just like she's ^Cmrun all along And there ^Abain't never been no cane to grind The ^Bbcotton's all but gone And you know this ^Ebbrand new Chevrolet Hell it was ^Cmsomething back in '60 ^AbBut now there won't nobody listen to him ^BbCause they all think he's crazy And this old ^Ebporch is just a long time Of ^Cmwaiting and forgetting ^AbAnd remembering the coming back ^BbAnd not crying about the leaving And ^Ebremembering the falling down And the ^Cmlaughter of the curse of luck ^AbFrom all of those passerby Who ^Bbsaid we'd never get back up This old ^Ebporch is just a long time Of ^Cmwaiting and forgetting And ^Abremembering the coming back BB And not crying about the leaving And r^Ebemembering the falling down And the ^Cmlaughter of the curse of luck ^AbFrom all of those sons-of-b***hes ^BbWho said we'd never get back up ^Eb