(Mark Narmore/Byron Hill)



It sure is nice

Sittin' on this porch

Pickin' these old time songs

No matter how far

I get from here

This place still feels like home



Remember all those summer nights

We'd talk about life and such

Well Dad, I've come to realize

I haven't said enough



Thanks for the G chord

Teachin' me about the good Lord

Givin' me that old Ford

When I turned sixteen

Thanks for hangin' in there

When I was goin' nowhere

Thanks for never

Changin' that lock on the front door

Thanks for the G chord



That flat top Martin

You gave me back then

You know I've still got it now

I keep it locked up

In that same ol' case

You used to tote around



Sometimes when the crowd is quiet

I'll bring it out again

And play the first song you taught me

Back when I was ten



Thanks for the G chord

Teachin' me about the good Lord

Givin' me that old Ford

When I turned sixteen

Thanks for hangin' in there

When I was goin' nowhere

Thanks for never

Changin' that lock on the front door

Thanks for the G chord



Thanks for hangin' in there

When I was goin' nowhere

Thanks for never

Changin' that lock on the front door

Thanks for the G chord