Back Porch

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H[Bb]appy with no teeth, happy here in hibernation

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S[Bb]lurpin' on a peach, starin' at the situation

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K[Bb]itty at my foot, meowin' out a conversation

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R[Bb]ockin' back 'n' forth, that's my only destination

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O[C]ld man on the back porch, old man on the back porch

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O[C]ld man on the back porch, and that old man is me

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O[C]ld man on the back porch, old man on the back porch

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O[Eb]ld man on the back porch, and that.....

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M[Bb]eeeeeeeee-ow, wow, wow, wow
(Repeat chord progression for each verse and chorus.)

Got a two-string on my lap, total subsonic vacation
Got chicken on the drums, poundin' out a perfect prescription
Got twenty little worms, all plug into amplification
Got fifteen hundred bass drum luggin' bug-eyed monkeys
All arriving at the station

Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that old man is me
Old man on the back porch, old man on the back porch
Old man on the back porch, and that.....

Me me meeeee-ow whoa, whoa, whoa

(Chris and Dave's part sung at the same time)

Chris:
I'm sittin' on the back porch, kickin' my legs back, rockin in my
rockin'
chair,Just sittin' there. On the little back porch it's about to fall
apart
So I think I might repair it, just as I'm thinkin about repairin' it
Some little friends come along with some two-string, one string
No string guitars (Hey Chris wanna jam?), and they plug
Them all into the back porch, and they sit around playing all their
favorite songs And kickin back, feelin' real good, real fine, real full
of
the wine
And everything's fine, everything's beautiful, everything's great
And I just feel so good, you know I'm seventy years old and
I'm slurpin' everything through a straw

Dave:
I'm sittin' here on the back porch just eatin' chocolate pudding
through
s[A]traw
And I heated it up on a little sterno stove, tastes just like a warm
body
fluid goin' down, little players comin' 'round, pluggin' in their
instruments, feelin' good
about Themselves, singin' original songs, by the original masters
And I'm sittin' there on the porch, rockin' back 'n' forth in my little
old
chair