The Front Porch Song

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.