This Old Porch

Woke up to the sun across the floor

Boot heels clicking toward the front door

Looked into the mirror hanging in the hall

Recognized the pine, barely knew the face at all

Time washed the timber grey

Carried half my youth away (oh

yeah)

Same old walls, but a different man A hundred thirty acres might

be gone, but This old porch is right where I belong

Yeah, this old porch is right where I belong

Fences fell down along the county line

Sold the lower pasture just in time

Kept the rocking chair and the copper bell

Got peace of mind they could never sell

Years took the heavy load

Turned the gravel in the road (right here)

Same old walls, but a different man A hundred thirty acres might

be gone, but This old porch is right where I belong

Standing tall right where I belong (ooh

yeah)

Right where I

belong

(right here)