Good dog, good dog where you gonna lie
When the screened in sun hits your belly just right?
I'ma ease my comin' home pedal off the floor
While you bite my tires all the way to the porch
Pretty girl, pretty girl, pick you up at eight
What you wanna bet your daddy's gonna say?
Eleven means eleven, not eleven o' four
Don't wanna see him flicker that light on the porch
Whoa, oh, you can find me
Gettin' lost in a Carolina breeze
Whoa, oh, it's where I wanna be
When the sunsets cuttin' through the trees
Swayin' on a swing just talkin' to the Lord
Done a lot of good livin' just sittin' on the porch
Cold beer, cold beer chillin' on ice
In an old metal cooler with a sticker on the side, I
Got some buddies comin' over for some Coors
'Bout to be a bunch of cans gettin' crushed on the porch
Whoa, oh, you can find me
Getting lost in a Carolina breeze
Whoa, oh, it's where I wanna be
When the sunsets cuttin' through the trees
Swayin' on a swing, just talkin' to the Lord
Done a lot of good livin' just sittin' on the porch
Little man, little man climb up in my lap
Leave your little boots by mine on the mat
One day you're gonna make this big world yours
But you'll always have a spot by your daddy on the porch
Whoa, oh, you can find me
Gettin' lost in a Carolina breeze
Whoa, oh, it's where I wanna be
When the sunsets cuttin' through the trees
Swayin' on a swing just talkin' to the Lord
Done a lot of good livin' just sittin' on the porch
My favorite kind of living's just sittin' on the porch
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