It sure is nice, sittin' on this porch   Pickin' these old time songs   No matter how far I get from here   This place still feels like home      Remember all those summer nights   We'd talk about life and such   Well Dad, I've come to realize   I haven't said enough      But thanks for the G chord   Teachin' me about the good Lord   Givin' me that old Ford   When I turned sixteen      Thanks for hangin' in there   When I was goin' nowhere   Thanks for never changin'   That lock on the front door   Thanks for the G chord      That old flat top Martin, you gave me back then   You know I've still got it now   I keep it locked up in that same ol' case   You used to tote around      Sometimes when the crowd is quiet   I'll bring it out again   And play the first song you taught me   Back when I was ten      Thanks for the G chord   Teachin' me about the good Lord   Givin' me that old Ford   When I turned sixteen      Thanks for hangin' in there   When I was goin' nowhere   Thanks for never changin'   That lock on the front door   Thanks for the G chord      Thanks for hangin' in there   When I was goin' nowhere   Thanks for never changin'   That lock on the front door   Thanks for the G chord