This Old Porch

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