I'm a long way from nowhere, wishin' I was somewhere...
If somewhere were there... I'd no longer sing the blues..
I think I could sit on this front porch forever. I'd grow old and grey, singing diddys and tunes... we'd be a 2 part harmony, me and you.. we'd drink sweet tea and tell stories of the way things used to be... oh the heavens...
all I want for christmas is a front porch.
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