The Front Porch Song

This old porch is just a big old red and white Hereford bull Standing under a mesquite tree in Agua Dolce, Texas He just keeps on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun He's sweatin' and a-pantin' 'Cause his work is never done Ah, no He's got them cows and that red top cane This old porch is just a steaming, greasy plate of enchiladas With lots of cheese and onions and a guacamole salad You can get at the La Salle Hotel in old downtown With iced tea and a waitress who will smile every time Yea, she will I left a quater tip on my ten-dollar bill This old porch is a Palace walk-in On the main street in Texas It ain't never seen or heard the day Of G and are and X's With a '62 poster that's almost faded down And a screen without a picture since the Giant came to town Oh, no I love them Junior Mints and them Red Hots, too Yes I do And old movie pictures This old porch is just a weathered, gray-hair seventy years of Texas He'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 He picks me up at dinner-time, I listen to him rattle He says the Brazo still runs muddy long she's run all along There ain't never been no cane to grind The cotton's all but gone And you know this Chevrolet pick-up truck, shewas something, back in '60 Now there ain't nobody listen to him, 'cause they all think he's crazy This old porch is just a long time waiting and forgetting And remembering the coming back, not crying 'bout the leaving And remembering the falling down And the laughter and the curse of luck From all them sons-of-bitches, who said we'd never get back up This old porch is just a big ol' red and white Hereford bull Standing under a mesquite tree in Agua Dolce He just keeps on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun He's sweating' and a-pantin' Cause' his work is never done Aw, no I've known a whole lot of old bulls in my life And there work is never done