The Front Porch Song - Robert Earl Keen at Southern Living video free download

Robert Earl Keen stopped by the Southern Living offices for a session of Biscuits and Jam. He answered a few questions and played "The Front Porch Song" which he wrote with Lyle Lovett.

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The Front Porch Song lyrics:

ROBERT EARL KEEN

"The Front Porch Song"

(Robert Earl Keen/Lyle Lovett)

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

Who's 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

There's 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

He's 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.