This Old Porch

G  Em  C  D (X2)

         G                         
This old porch is like a big old 
            Em
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              
And this old porch is like a 
                  Em
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
Continúa después del anuncio
       Em
That's almost faded down
      C
And a screen without a picture
      D
Since Giant came to town

G  Em  C  D (X2)

             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  Em  C  D

         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