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Keen Robert Earl

Front Porch Song Lyrics - Keen Robert Earl

This old porch is a big ol' red and white Herford bull 

Standin' under a mesquite tree in Agua Dulce, Texas 

He keeps on playin' hide and seek with that hot august sun 

Sweatin' and a pantin' cause his work is never done 

Oh no, with those cows and a red top cane 

 

This old porch is a steamin' greasy plate of enchiladas 

With lots of cheese and onions ans a guacamole salad 

You can get them at the LaSalle Hotel in old downtown 

With ice tea and a waitress who will smile every time 

Oh yeah, I left a quarter tip on my ten dollar bill 

 

This old porch is a palace walk in on a main street in Texas 

It ain't never seen or heard the days of G's and R's and X's 

And that '62 poster that's almost faded down 

And a screen without a picture since Giant came to town 

Oh no, I like those junior mints and the red hots too, yes I do 

 

This old porch is like a weathered grey haired seventy years of Texas 

Whos doin' all he can not to give in to the city 

And he always takes my rent late so long as I run his cattle 

He picks me up at dinner time and I listen to him rattle 

 

He says the Brazos still runs muddy like she's run all along 

Theres never been no cane to grind and the cotton's all but gone 

You know this Chevrolet pickup truck, hell she was somethin' back in '60 

But now there won't nobody listen to him 'cause they all think he's crazy 

 

This old porch is just a long time of waiting and forgetting 

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 those son's of bitches who said we'd never get back up 

 

This old porch is a big old red and white Herford bull 

Standing under a mesquite tree out in Agua Dulce 

He keep's on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun 

Hes sweating and a panting 'cause his work is never done 

I've know a whole lot of bulls in my time, and there work is never done. 

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