I spent my first eighteen years
Tryin' to get out of here
Cause I couldn't find one reason to make me stay
Seen a lotta world since then
Lately it's been sinkin' in
Still ain't found a better place
All the things that made me leave
Are now the things that are calling me
Back to the front porch
Back to my roots
I need a little more simple life
Mud on my boots
I wanna see that sunrise
From my screen door
I'm lookin' forward
To getting back to the front porch
Someday I'd like to be that guy
Sittin' there watchin' life go by
Readin' the paper in my boxer shorts
I'd help my baby shell some beans
Wave at neighbors, drink sweet tea
Pull out my guitar if I get bored
All the things that made me leave
Are now the things that are calling me
Back to the front porch
Back to my roots
I need a little more simple life
Mud on my boots
I wanna see that sunrise
From my screen door
I'm lookin' forward
To getting back to the front porch
Someday I'll slow things down
Find my way back home
Back to the front porch
Back to my roots
I need a little more simple life
Mud on my boots
I wanna see that sunrise
From my screen door
I'm lookin' forward
To getting back to the front porch

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