Lyle Lovett – This Old Porch (Guitar)

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

         C
Standing under a mesquite tree

D
Out in Agua Dulce

            G
And he just keeps on playing hide and seek

          Em
With that hot August sun

       C
Just a-sweatin' and a-pantin'

          D
Cause his work is never done

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

     C
With lots of cheese and onions

      D
And a guacamole salad

            G
And you can get'em down at the LaSalle Hotel

   Em
In old downtown

     C
With iced tea and a waitress

             D
And she will smile every time

             G
And this old porch is the Palace walk-in

       Em
On the main street of Texas

       C
That's never seen the day

   D
Of G and R and Xs

          G
With that '62 poster

       Em
That's almost faded down

      C
And a screen without a picture

      D
Since Giant came to town

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

Em
Seventy years of Texas

      C
Who's doing all he can

       D
Not to give in to the city

       G
And he always takes the rent late

   Em
So long as I run the cattle

    C
And he picks me up at dinnertime

      D
And I listen to him rattle

            G
He says the Brazos still runs muddy

          Em
Just like she's run all along

                C
And there ain't never been no cane to grind

D
The cotton's all but gone

                  G
And you know this brand new Chevrolet

            Em
Hell it was something back in '60

              C
But now there won't nobody listen to him

       D
'Cause they all think he's crazy

             G
And this old porch is just a long time

Em
Of waiting and forgetting

      C
And remembering the coming back

        D
And not crying about the leaving

      G
And remembering the falling down

        Em
And the laughter of the curse of luck

     C
From all of those passers-by

    D
Who said we'd never get back up

         G
This old porch is just a long time

Em
Of waiting and forgetting

    C
And remembering the coming back

        D
And not crying about the leaving

      G
And remembering the falling down

        Em
And the laughter of the curse of luck

     C
From all of those sons-of-bitches

    D
Who said we'd never get back up