This old porch is like a big old red and white hereford bull   Standing under a mesquite tree   Out in agua dulce   And he just keeps on playing hide and seek   With that hot august sun   Just a-sweatin' and a-pantin'   Cause his work is never done      And this old porch is like a steaming, greasy plate of enchiladas   With lots of cheese and onions   And a guacamole salad   And you can get'em down at the lasalle hotel   In old downtown   With iced tea and a waitress   And she will smile every time      And this old porch is the palace walk-in   On the main street of texas   That's never seen the day   Of g and r and xs   With that '62 poster   That's almost faded down   And a screen without a picture   Since giant came to town      And this old porch is like a weathered, gray-haired   Seventy years of texas   Who's doing all he can   Not to give in to the city   And he always takes the rent late   So long as I run his cattle   And he picks me up at dinnertime   And I listen to him rattle      He says the brazos still runs muddy   Just like she's run all along   And there ain't never been no cane to grind   The cotton's all but gone   And you know this brand new chevrolet   Hell it was something back in '60   But now there won't nobody listen to him   'cause they all think he's crazy      And this old porch is just a long time   Of waiting and forgetting   And 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 of those passerby   Who said we'd never get back up      This old porch is just a long time   Of waiting and forgetting   And 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 of those sons-of-bitches   Who said we'd never get back up