Porch

Good dog, good dog where you gonna lie

When the screened in sun hits your belly just right

I'ma ease my coming home pedal off the floor

While you bite my tires all the way to the porch

Pretty girl, pretty girl pick you up at eight

What you wanna bet your daddy’s gonna say

Eleven means eleven not eleven o’ four

Don’t want to see him flicker that light on the porch

Whoa oh, you can find me

Getting lost in a Carolina breeze

Whoa oh it's where I wanna be

When the sunsets cutting through the trees

Swaying on a swing just talking to the Lord

Done a lot of good living just sitting on the porch

Cold beer, cold beer chilling on ice

In an old metal cooler with a sticker on the side, I

Got some buddies coming over for some Coors

'Bout to be a bunch of cans getting crushed on the porch

Whoa oh you can find me

Getting lost in a Carolina breeze

Whoa oh it's where I wanna be

When the sunsets cutting through the trees

Swaying on a swing just talking to the Lord

Done a lot of good living just sitting on the porch

Little man, little man climb up in my lap

Leave your little boots by mine on the mat

One day you’re gonna make this big world yours

But you’ll always have a spot by your daddy on the porch

Whoa oh you can find me

Getting lost in a Carolina breeze

Whoa oh it's where I wanna be

When the sunsets cutting through the trees

Swaying on a swing just talking to the Lord

Done a lot of good living just sitting on the porch

My favorite kind of living’s just sitting on the porch