This Old Porch Lyrics - Lyle Lovett

This old porch is like a big old red and white Hereford bull 

Standing under a mesquite tree 

Out in Agua Dulce 

And he just keeps on playing hide and seek 

With that hot August sun 

Just a-sweatin' and a-pantin' 

Cause his work is never done 

And this old porch is like a steaming, greasy plate of enchiladas 

With lots of cheese and onions 

And a guacamole salad 

And you can get'em down at the LaSalle Hotel 

In old downtown 

With iced tea and a waitress 

And she will smile every time 

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And this old porch is the Palace walk-in 

On the main street of Texas 

That's never seen the day 

Of G and R and Xs 

With that '62 poster 

That's almost faded down 

And a screen without a picture 

Since Giant came to town 

And this old porch is like a weathered, gray-haired 

Seventy years of Texas 

Who's doing all he can 

Not to give in to the city 

And he always takes the rent late 

So long as I run his cattle 

And he picks me up at dinnertime 

And I listen to him rattle 

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He says the Brazos still runs muddy 

Just like she's run all along 

And there ain't never been no cane to grind 

The cotton's all but gone 

And you know this brand new Chevrolet 

Hell it was something back in '60 

But now there won't nobody listen to him 

'Cause they all think he's crazy 

And this old porch is just a long time 

Of waiting and forgetting 

And 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 of those passerby 

Who said we'd never get back up 

This old porch is just a long time 

Of waiting and forgetting 

And 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 of those sons-of-bitches 

Who said we'd never get back up