I wish we had a back porch
And a little sunshine
No real trouble on our minds
We'd drink a lot a beer
Or sip a bit of wine
And play every record we could find
Sitting on the back porch
Sounds like a dream
With the dark clouds
Hanging in the sky
We dream together
But we can't change the weather
So I'm starting to wonder why
Doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo
Our poor little back porch
Made out of wood
Standing in the
Snow and rain
Looks like a nightmare
Maybe I should leave it there
Somewhere in the corner of my brain
Sitting in the cold
Waiting for the rain
There's one thing that we won't get
A genuine back porch
Sunday afternoon with the
Sounds and the smells and the sweat
Doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo
A cool pair of boots
Won't grow you any roots
We can't even fool a blind man
But honey, what do we care?
Let's get another pair
And stumble on the only way we can
If we wanna hear a cricket
We've got to buy a ticket
And fly to the Texas Hills
I'll rock your chair
We'll breathe in the air
Just live without the frills
Is it weird to sing when you hit the right string
But you know nobody's buying
In our wet little land
Flat little land
We just keep on trying
Doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo
I wish we had a back porch
And a little sunshine
No real trouble on our minds
We'd drink a lot a beer
Or sip a bit of wine
And play every record we could find
Our poor little back porch
Made out of wood
Standing in the
Snow and rain
Looks like a nightmare
Maybe I should leave it there
Somewhere in the corner of my brain