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IF THE WORLD HAD A FRONT PORCH
Recorded by Tracy Lawrence
Words and music by Paul Nelson, Jr., Kenneth Beard & Tracy Lawrence
It was where my mama sat, on that old swing with her crochet
It was where granddaddy taught me, how to cuss and how to pray
It was where we made our own ice cream, those sultry summer nights
Where the bulldog had her puppies and us brothers had our fights.
There were many nights I'd sit right there and look out at the stars
To the sound of a distant whippoorwill or the hum of a passing car
It was where I first got up the nerve to steal me my first kiss
And it was where I learned to play guitar and pray I had the gift.
CHORUS
If the world had a front porch, like we did back then
We'd still have our problems, but we'd all be friends
Treating your neighbor, like he's you next of kin
Wouldn't be gone with the wind
If the world had a front porch, like we did back then.
Purple hulls and pintos, I've shelled more than my share
As lightning bugs and crickets dance in the evening air
And like a beacon that that old yellow bulb, it always led me home
Somehow mama alway knew just when to leave it on.
CHORUS
Treating your neighbor, like he's your next of kin
Wouldn't be gone with the wind
If the world had a front porch, like we did back then.
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