the porch song.

he is eighty one, his youth long gone. burnt his youth away, sewed his head back on. once he burnt his youth away sewed he his head back on. take me to the porch where the old man sings. take me to the porch where the old man laughs at us. he don't have to go no more, he done beat the game. he don't play the game no more, his laugh understands. his laugh understands the wonder that survived. somehow survived, somehow survived. he still got his feet. he still got his hands. he still got his heart. he still got his gut. we're getting by by the skin of our teeth. just like him. just like he did. he is laughing seems impossible now. but he got by by the skin of his teeth. just like we are just like we are now. life's an edge. life's an edge. can't go too far sideways, else you'll be dead. take me to the porch wheere the old man sings. take me to the porch where the old man laughs at us. he don't comb his hair, he don't give a damn. he ain't got a care, he don't even swear no more. cause he ain't got no hair. he can sit just right. he sits in his rocking chair, rockabye rockabye. he done beat the game. he is eighty one he done beat the game. he don't play the game no more, he looks at me. he says i was just like you, i thought i would surely fly, but the only thing for sure is that i'm gonna die. you can go this way. you can go thataway. but there's only one road and that's the road you're on. that's the road you're on.














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