Scotty McCreery - Porch Lyrics

Good dog, good dog, where you gonna lie
When the screened in sun hits your belly just right?
I'ma ease my coming home pedal off the floor
While you bite my tires all the way to the porch

Pretty girl, pretty girl, pick you up at eight
What you wanna bet your daddy's gonna say?
Eleven means eleven not eleven o' four
Don't want to see him flicker that light on the porch

Whoa, you can find me
Getting lost in a Carolina breeze
Whoa, it's where I wanna be
When the sunset's cutting through the trees
Swaying on a swing, just talking to the Lord
I've done a lot of good living just sitting on the porch

Cold beer, cold beer, chilling on ice
In an old metal cooler with a sticker on the side, I
Got some buddies coming over for some Coors
'Bout to be a bunch of cans getting crushed on the porch

Whoa, you can find me
Getting lost in a Carolina breeze
Whoa, it's where I wanna be
When the sunset's cutting through the trees
Swaying on a swing, just talking to the Lord
I've done a lot of good living just sitting on the porch

Little man, little man, climb up in my lap
Leave your little boots by mine on the mat
One day you're gonna make this big world yours
But you'll always have a spot by your daddy on the porch

Whoa, you can find me
Getting lost in a Carolina breeze
Whoa, it's where I wanna be
When the sunset's cutting through the trees
Swaying on a swing, just talking to the Lord
I've done a lot of good living just sitting on the porch
My favorite kind of living's just sitting on the porch