At the house Got a yellow backdoor porch party light Got a speaker in the window playing Barry White You and me out here swaying, star-gazing Gonna bring it back in, break the candles out Get the mood turned on and the lights out Lose a little something

This one's for my ride or die I'm just sitting here on my front porch singing If you ever need me around I'll be on the next train headed southbound I'll never let you down, I can't let you down Because when I couldn't get my feet on the ground You'd do

I don't want to stay Oh yeah can you see them? Out on the porch Ah, but they don't wave Round the front way, yeah And I know and I know On a porch a letter sat

The moon is high and the night is young Come on and meet me C'mon sweet thing Won't you climb on out of your window While the world is sleeping And there's no way I'll be leaving 'Till we're kissing on the porch swing Oh my little sweet thing Sweet thing

Jumped right off the porch and straight to the streets I went and got me some dough But that ain't enough, I want some more I want some more and some more Jumped right out of class and straight to the club Now she dancing on the pole But that ain't

Rock you baby on a wraparound porch Underneath a magnolia blossom Walk you down old live oak road Barefoot bridge see a sunset show Say I love you when I pull you close And you know it's true, as the gospel Ain't nobody gonna love you better than This

With the first light and the little fragile moon I was out on the porch now I'm ready for doom And it's funny how it all came to be The way you so plainly chose to stare at me And the afternoon embraces you like a million worried hands And I want to look

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

Been a long time gone, Long time gone, and it ain't coming back again. Daddy sits on the front porch swinging, Looking out on a vacant field. Used to be filled with burley t'bacca. Now he knows it never will. My brother found work in Indiana, Sister's a

I was born to run Born to run There's an old man sittin' on a front porch now Talkin' 'bout how it used to be When I was young I was a hell of a man My father died when I was ten I hit the road to find a job Had to feed my family