They're harbor for flower pots, old folks, and sleepy dogs, sandals and wooden swings
They're known for there shade and ice cold lemonaide and morning glory vines and wire screens
They keep the world from running right up to our front door
They're a place where time doesn't matter anymore and on a dark summer night they shine like torches
Old southern porches
All the years of our evil talk creep into there floors and walls
But oh the stories they could tale
They know the sounds of snapping beans, roller skates and guitar strings
Box fans rattling on the window seals
To the one that has been away to long the steps are open arms
And they have always been a place where young lovers exchange hearts
They're shelter from the rain and the august sun that scorches
Old southern porches
If you have never known one I'm so sorry
But they're some of my very favorite memories
There beams are framed by gingerbread, white columns and iron rails
Life looks like a movie pa**ing by
If you find one let it rest you, set back and let it bless you
I guarantee it is going to ease your weary mind
Times are changing fast now and everything is a race
The world is full of trouble and nowhere is really safe, but I always
Find a harbor and a comfort in the voices of old southern porches
Yes I always find a harbor and a comfort in the voices of old old southern porches
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