I'm gonna sit on the porch and pick on my ol' guitar
I'm gonna lay on my back and laugh at my lucky star
And then I'm gonna fly away
And never come back someday
Unless I thought I was gonna land right close to where you are
Well if I thought anybody cared I'd send back word
Strapped to the leg of a transcelestial bird
I wonder if I really ever did leave
how many would there be to grieve
How would they react to the word
(Guitar picking)
Well I wouldn't ever want to hurt a solitary soul
I have still got all 6'2 in control
But when my obligation's low
Is a greasy uphill road
And pleasin' everybody but me is my first goal
I want to sit on my porch and pick on my ol' guitar
And just hope your hangin' loose where ever you are
And for the joy you brought to me
This song I sung for thee
While I sit on my porch and pick on my ol' guitar
(Guitar picking)
I'm gonna lay on my back and laugh at my lucky star
And then I'm gonna fly away
And never come back someday
Unless I thought I was gonna land right close to where you are
Well if I thought anybody cared I'd send back word
Strapped to the leg of a transcelestial bird
I wonder if I really ever did leave
how many would there be to grieve
How would they react to the word
(Guitar picking)
Well I wouldn't ever want to hurt a solitary soul
I have still got all 6'2 in control
But when my obligation's low
Is a greasy uphill road
And pleasin' everybody but me is my first goal
I want to sit on my porch and pick on my ol' guitar
And just hope your hangin' loose where ever you are
And for the joy you brought to me
This song I sung for thee
While I sit on my porch and pick on my ol' guitar
(Guitar picking)