Créditos
INTERPRETAÇÃO
Tracy Lawrence
Vocais
Larry Byrom
Violão acústico
Curtis Young
Vocal de apoio
Dennis Wilson
Vocal de apoio
Glenn Worf
Baixo
Paul Franklin
Guitarra havaiana
Eddie Bayers
Bateria
Dann Huff
Guitarra elétrica
J. Spivey
Fiddle
Terry McMillan
Gaita
Steven Nathan
Piano
Dennis Burnside
Piano
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Tracy Lawrence
Composição
Kenny Beard
Composição
Paul Nelson
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Craig White
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Flip Anderson
Produção
Mark Hagen
Engenharia (assistente)
Ricky Coble
Engenharia (assistente)
Lynn Peterzell
Engenharia (mixagem)
James Stroud
Produção
Julian King
Engenharia (gravação)
Letra
[Verse 1]
It was where my mama sat on that old swing with her crochet
It was where grandaddy taught me how to cuss and how to pray
And it was where we made our own ice cream, those sultry summer nights
Where the bulldog had her puppies and us brothers had our fights
[Verse 2]
There were many nights I sat her right there and look out at the stars
Hear the sound of the distant whippoorwill or the hum of a passing car
And it was where I first got up the nerve to steal me my first kiss
And it was where I learned to play guitar and pray I had the gift
[Verse 3]
If the world had a front porch like we did back then
We'd still have our problems but we'd all be friends
Treating your neighbor like he's your next of kin
Wouldn't be gone with the wind
If the world had a front porch like we did back then
[Verse 4]
My purple hulls and pintos, I've shelled more than my share
As lightning bugs and crickets danced in the evening air
And like a beacon, that old yellow bulb
It always lead me home
Somehow mama always knew just when to leave it on
[Verse 5]
If the world had a front porch like we did back then
We'd still have our problems but we'd all be friends
Treating your neighbor like he's your next of kin
Wouldn't be gone with the wind
If the world had a front porch like we did back then
[Verse 6]
Treating your neighbor like he's your next of kin
Wouldn't be gone with the wind
If the world had a front porch like we did back then
Written by: Kenny Beard, Paul Nelson, Tracy Lawrence

