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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 oh, you can find me Getting lost in a Carolina breeze Whoa oh it's where I wanna be When the sunsets cutting through the trees Swaying on a swing just talking to the Lord 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 oh you can find me Getting lost in a Carolina breeze Whoa oh it's where I wanna be When the sunsets cutting through the trees Letras de cancionesSwaying on a swing just talking to the Lord 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 oh you can find me Getting lost in a Carolina breeze Whoa oh it's where I wanna be When the sunsets cutting through the trees Swaying on a swing just talking to the Lord Done a lot of good living just sitting on the porch My favorite kind of living's just sitting on the porch From Letras Mania