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Drew Baldridge
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God's Front Porch
I bet them front steps don't Creek.
Ain't no rust on that swing
Best homemade ice-cream.
That's ever filled a spoon.
Bet them dirt roads are paved with gold.
Got a dog that don't get old.
I'm just sittin' round thinking 'bout the view.
Up on God's front porch.
Bet there ain't a hole in a board.
Not to cold and not to hot.
Lord save me a spot.
Where the sun don't go down.
And the devil ain't around.
I wanna spend my forever hanging out.
Up on God's front porch.
That grandma stitchin' on a quilt.
Feet propped on a window sill.
Young is all she feels.
She had a rough last couple months.
Now it's grass so green.
Answers to everything.
A smile on her face, cuz she knows it's just a want.
Up on God's front porch.
I bet there ain't a hole in a board.
Not to cold and not to hot.
Lord save me a spot.
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Where the sun don't go down.
And the devil ain't around.
I wanna spend my forever hanging out.
Up on God's front porch.
Ya I sat on a bucket.
A rare old rockin chair.
No it don't really matter.
Just as long as I'm there.
Up on God's front porch.
Bet there ain't a hole in a board.
Not to cold and not to hot.
Lord save me a spot.
Where the sun don't go down.
And the devil ain't around.
I wanna spend my forever hanging out.
Up on God's front porch.
Ya!
Up on God's front porch.
One of these days, I'm gonna be.
Oh up on God's front porch.
Plenty of room.
Come on and join us.
Ya!
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