Front Porch Flyers

Duration

3:16

Genres

Bluegrass

Description

Lyrics

Front Porch Flyers Martin Gibson ©2006 I was sittin’ on my front porch makin’ up a bluegrass song I take my slug I pass the jug I fiddle all night long She hit me in the head with a fryin’ pan She’d been workin’ all night long She was bringin’ home the bacon on her way to her second job She knocked me off my rocker and right on down the stairs This poor fiddle and me went flyin’ right out in mid-air Cuz I was sittin’ on my front porch makin’ up a bluegrass song I take my slug I pass the jug I fiddle all night long (like this) She was the purtiest gurl in Tennessee when I first took her on I didn’t know she had twelve kids till I got her home And now she’s got religion she wants to change my tune Her Daddy’s got a shotgun said the wedding starts at noon Spoken (Oh my.. not this time.. unh-uh .. I gots my on tune.. and it goes like this…) We wake up every mornin’ and again in the afternoon Why we’ll wake up ‘bout any ol’ time someone’s servin’ food And we ain’t done no chores since 1984 When it gets stinkin’ high to heaven We’ll come pick on your porch next door! And we’ll be sittin’ on your front porch makin’ up a bluegrass song We take our slugs we pass the jug we fiddle all night long.. Ahh..hah!