Porchlight Saturdays

Dust on the road,

boots on the porch

My brother and I,

chasing a spark from a pine-wood torch

We learned to hunt

where the creek runs cold With a hand-me-down rifle and stories of

old (yeah, those were the days)

We learned to ride on a chestnut mare

Felt the wild southern wind in our tangled-up hair

And down by the river where the willow trees lean

I caught my first bass and the prettiest girl I've seen (hahaha,

she

was a keeper) So pass around a cold beer,

let the glasses clink We're singing on the tailgate,

no time to think

From the hunting stand to the honky-tonk light

Underneath the big blue sky,

everything's right (all together now)

Now the sun's going down,

painting the range But the brothers beside me,

they never will change

We'll head back to town,

find our favorite bar stool

Laughing and telling tales like an old-school fool (mhmmm,

one more round)

Just a cold beer and a memory

Yeah, that's enough for me

(ooh, sweet Texas home)