This old porch is just a big old red and white Hereford bull
Standing under a mesquite tree in Agua Dolce, Texas
He just keeps on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun
He's sweatin' and a-pantin'
'Cause his work is never done
Ah, no
He's got them cows and that red top cane

This old porch is just a steaming, greasy plate of enchiladas
With lots of cheese and onions and a guacamole salad
You can get at the La Salle Hotel in old downtown
With iced tea and a waitress who will smile every time
Yea, she will
I left a quater tip on my ten-dollar bill

This old porch is a Palace walk-in
On the main street in Texas
It ain't never seen or heard the day
Of G and are and X's
With a '62 poster that's almost faded down
And a screen without a picture since the Giant came to town
Oh, no
I love them Junior Mints and them Red Hots, too
Yes I do
And old movie pictures

This old porch is just a weathered, gray-hair seventy years of Texas
He'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
He picks me up at dinner-time, I listen to him rattle
He says the Brazo still runs muddy long she's run all along
There ain't never been no cane to grind
The cotton's all but gone
And you know this Chevrolet pick-up truck, shewas something, back in '60
Now there ain't nobody listen to him, 'cause they all think he's crazy

This old porch is just a long time waiting and forgetting
And remembering the coming back, not crying 'bout the leaving
And remembering the falling down
And the laughter and the curse of luck
From all them sons-of-bitches, who said we'd never get back up

This old porch is just a big ol' red and white Hereford bull
Standing under a mesquite tree in Agua Dolce
He just keeps on playing hide and seek with that hot August sun
He's sweating' and a-pantin'
Cause' his work is never done
Aw, no
I've known a whole lot of old bulls in my life
And there work is never done

Writer : ROBERT EARL KEEN, JR. LYLE LOVETT
Copyright : Lyrics © BUG MUSIC , MICHAEL H GOLDSEN INC