I’m Gonna Sit On The Porch And Pick On My Old Guitar

I'm going to sit on the porch
And pick on my old guitar
I'm going to lay on my back
And laugh at my lucky star
And then I'm going to fly away
And never come back someday
Unless I thought I was going to land
Right close to where you are
Well, if I thought anybody cared
I'd send back word
Strapped to the leg of a trans celestial 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 foot 2 in control
But when my obligation's low is
A greasy uphill road
And pleasing everybody but me
Is my first goal i want to sit on my porch
And pick on my old guitar
And just hope you're hanging 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 old guitar