Letra

I spent my first eighteen years Tryin' to get out of here Cause I couldn't find one reason to make me stay Seen a lotta world since then Lately it's been sinkin' in Still ain't found a better place All the things that made me leave Are now the things that are calling me Back to the front porch Back to my roots I need a little more simple life Mud on my boots I wanna see that sunrise From my screen door I'm lookin' forward To getting back to the front porch Someday I'd like to be that guy Sittin' there watchin' life go by Readin' the paper in my boxer shorts I'd help my baby shell some beans Wave at neighbors, drink sweet tea Pull out my guitar if I get bored All the things that made me leave Are now the things that are calling me Back to the front porch Back to my roots I need a little more simple life Mud on my boots I wanna see that sunrise From my screen door I'm lookin' forward To getting back to the front porch Someday I'll slow things down Find my way back home Back to the front porch Back to my roots I need a little more simple life Mud on my boots I wanna see that sunrise From my screen door I'm lookin' forward To getting back to the front porch
Writer(s): Martin Edward Dodson, Matthew George Rovey, Dean Brody Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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