Songteksten

Sittin' on the front porch on a Sunday afternoon Just me and a buddy who I've known for a few years We figured since the weather is nice We might as well soak up the sights Of Nashville with no suits and ties around Conversation covers everything and in between From grandpa's health to marrying good girls Oh, we ain't up to nothing Just solving all the problems of the world We joke and laugh at the present and past How some things do and some don't last Like friends you make 'round here Sometimes somehow just disappear Oh, it's funny to the two of us The folks back home make such a fuss About the way we're livin' day to day And guitars pickin' The conversation covers everything and in between From modern music to Mama Tried by Merle Oh, we ain't up to nothing Just solving all the problems of the world As they come and go like us wannabes on music row We're made to just burn out the way a star is made to glow We light us one last cigarette Make plans to do what we ain't done yet He wants to buy a Jeep, I'd like to make it through next week If I do and he does too, I bet we'll do it all again Shoot the bull about what's new on another Sunday afternoon Where the conversation covers everything and in between From life is good to giving it a whirl Oh, we ain't up to nothing Just solving all the problems of the world
Writer(s): Brent Cobb, Joshua Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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