I'm gonna sit on the porch
And pick on my old guitar
I'm gonna lay on my back
And laugh at my lucky star
And then I'm gonna fly away
And never come back someday
Unless I thought I would land
Right close to where you are
Well, if I thought anybody really cared
I'd send back word
Strapped to the leg
Of a trans celestial bird
I wonder if I really ever did leave
How many would there be to grieve
How'd they react to the word?
Well, I wouldn't ever hurt
A solitary soul
I have still got
All six foot two in control
But when my obligation's low
Is a greasy uphill road
And pleasing everybody but me
Is my first goal
I want to sit on my porch
And pick on my old guitar
And just hope you're hanging loose
Wherever you are
And for the joy you brought to me
This song I sung for thee
While I sit on my porch
And pick on my old guitar