I´m Gonna Sit On My Porch And Pick On My Ol´ Guitar
I´m gonna sit on the porch and pick on my ol´ guitar
I´m gonna lay on my back and laugh at my lucky star

And then I´m gonna fly away and never come back someday
Unless I thought I was gonna land right close to where you are
Well if I thought anybody cared I´d send back word
Strapped to the leg of a transcelestial bird
I wonder if I really ever did leave
how many would there be to grieve
How would they react to the word
Well I wouldn´t ever want to hurt a solitary soul
I have still got all 6
´
2 in control
But when my obligation´s low is a greasy uphill road
And pleasin´ everybody but me is my first goal

I want to sit on my porch and pick on my ol´ guitar
And just hope your hangin´ loose where ever you are
And for the joy you brought to me
this song I sung for thee
While I sit on my porch and pick on my ol´ guitar