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[Intro] G Em C D x2 [Verse 1]
This old Gporch is just a big old red and Emwhite Hereford bull Standin' Cunder a mesquite tree in DAgua Dulce, Texas He just Gkeeps on playin' hide and seek with that Emhot August sun He's Csweatin' and a-pantin' 'cause his Dwork is never Gdone Oh Emno, he's got them Ccows and that Dred top cane
[Verse 2]
This old Gporch is just a steamin' greasy Emplate of enchiladas With Clots of cheese and onions and a Dguacamole salad You can Gget them at the LaSalle Hotel in Emold downtown With Ciced tea and a waitress who will Dsmile every Gtime Yeah, she Emwill, I left a Cquarter tip on my Dten dollar bill
[Verse 3]
This old Gporch is a palace walk-in on a Emmain street in Texas It ain't Cnever seen or heard the day of DG and R and X's With the 'G62 poster that's Emalmost faded down And a Cscreen without a picture since DGiant came to Gtown Oh Emno, I love them CJunior Mints and them DRed Hots, too, yes I Gdo Ah, Emyeah, and old Cmovie pictures D
[Interlude] G Em C D [Verse 4]
This old pGorch is just a weathered, grey haired Em70 years of Texas He's Cdoin' all he can not to Dgive in to the city And he Galways takes the rent late so Emlong as I run his cattle He Cpicks me up at dinner time, I Dlisten to him rattle
[Verse 5]
He says, "GThe Brazos still runs muddy like she's Emrun all along There ain't Cnever been no cane to grind, the Dcotton's all but gone And, you Gknow, this Chevrolet pickup truck, she was Emsomethin' back in '60" Now Cthere ain't nobody listenin' to him, 'Dcause they all think he's crazy
[Verse 6]
This old Gporch is just a long time Emwaiting and forgetting And reCmembering the coming back, not Dcrying about the leaving And reGmembering the falling down and the Emlaughter of the curse of luck From Call those sons of bitches who said Dwe'd never get back up
[Interlude] G Em C D [Verse 7]
This old Gporch is just a big old red and Emwhite Hereford bull Standin' Cunder a mesquite tree Dout in Agua Dulce He just Gkeeps on playing hide and seek with that Emhot August sun He's Csweatin' and a pantin' 'cause his Dwork is never Gdone Ah, Emno, I known a Cwhole lot of old bulls in my life, and their Dwork is never doneG