Well, the lawn needs mowin' but I don't care

I'm sittin' on the front porch drinkin' beer

Smokin' all the cigarettes I own.

Well, my wife done left me and my job's a pain

The car won't run and it looks like rain

So I'm sittin' on the front porch drinkin' beer.



There's a whole lot of things in this world can go wrong

But with six, or eight, or twelve pain killers

The pain don't last too long

Well some folks say I'm over the hill

If the beer don't get me then the cigarettes will

But I'm sittin on the front porch drinkin' beer.



Well the house needs paint and the roof caved in

I got three days beard and I look like sin

Sittin' on the front porch drinkin' beer,

Well the dog don't like me and the cat don't care

And Lady Luck just died, I swear,

Sittin' on the front porch drinkin' beer.



There's a whole lot of things in this world can go wrong

But with six, or eight, or twelve pain killers

The pain don't last too long

Well some folks say I'm over the hill

If the smokes don't get me then the alcohol will

Sittin on the front porch drinkin' beer



Well the TV's busted and I'm out of food

I'm out of money and my boss is crude

Sittin' on the front porch drinkin beer.

Well, my song is lousy and the words don't rhyme

My face might be ugly, but that ain't no crime (or maybe it is....)

Sittin' on the front porch drinkin' beer



There's a whole lot of things in this world can go wrong

But with six, or eight, or twelve pain killers

The pain don't last too long

Well, some folks say I'm over the hill

If the Camels din't get me then the Rolling Rock will

Sittin' on the front porch drinkin' beer

And I'm glad as hell they have a front porch here.



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