I'm gonna sit on the porch and pick on my old guitar I'm gonna lay on my back and laugh at my lucky star And then I'm gonna fly away and never come back someday Less I thought I would land right close to where you are Well if I thought anybody really cared I'd send back word Strapped to the leg of a trans-celestial bird I wonder if I ever really did leave how many would there be to grieve How they'd react to the word [ ac.guitar ] Well I wouldn't want to hurt a solitary soul I have still got all six foot too in control But when my obligation's load is a greasy uphill road And pleasin' everybody but me is my first goal I want to sit on the porch and pick on my old guitar And just hope you're hanging loose wherever you are And for the joy you brought to me this song I sung for Thee While I sit on the porch and pick on my old guitar
