- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - L. Lovett
 - R. Keen
 
- Genres:
 - Country
 
- Tags:
 - alt country
 - americana
 - singer songwriter
 - texas
 
- See also:
 
Lyle Lovett - This Old Porch lyrics
(Robert Keen and Lyle Lovett)
 This old porch is like a big old red and white Hereford bull
 Standing under a mesquite tree
 Out in Agua Dulce
 And he just keeps on playing hide and seek
 With that hot August sun
 Just a-sweatin' and a-pantin'
 Cause his work is never done
 And this old porch is like a steaming, greasy plate of enchiladas
 With lots of cheese and onions
 And a guacamole salad
 And you can get'em down at the LaSalle Hotel
 In old downtown
 With iced tea and a waitress
 And she will smile every time
 And this old porch is the Palace walk-in
 On the main street of Texas
 That's never seen the day
 Of G and R and Xs
 With that '62 poster
 That's almost faded down
 And a screen without a picture
 Since Giant came to town
 And this old porch is like a weathered, gray-haired
 Seventy years of Texas
 Who's doing all he can
 Not to give in to the city
 And he always takes the rent lateLyle Lovett - This Old Porch - http://motolyrics.com/lyle-lovett/this-old-porch-lyrics.html
 So long as I run his cattle
 And he picks me up at dinnertime
 And I listen to him rattle
 He says the Brazos still runs muddy
 Just like she's run all along
 And there ain't never been no cane to grind
 The cotton's all but gone
 And you know this brand new Chevrolet
 Hell it was something back in '60
 But now there won't nobody listen to him
 'Cause they all think he's crazy
 And this old porch is just a long time
 Of waiting and forgetting
 And remembering the coming back
 And not crying about the leaving
 And remembering the falling down
 And the laughter of the curse of luck
 From all of those passerby
 Who said we'd never get back up
 This old porch is just a long time
 Of waiting and forgetting
 And remembering the coming back
 And not crying about the leaving
 And remembering the falling down
 And the laughter of the curse of luck
 From all of those sons-of-bitches
 Who said we'd never get back up













