Porch Under the Brair
Album: memories of journeys
By: T. Allan White
By: T. Allan White
Duration
5:42
Genres
Description
This song was written after an trip to my mothers home place with my two brothers.
Lyrics
Thick Fog in the valley Like an ocean of cotton Sun comes arising Across the waves Cool breeze a blowin Thru dark pine branches Fresh scents of the morning Memories never forgotten Im so wasted all the places I rested None were as home As the porch under the briar Feeding the warm morning Black coffee a perking Red eyed gravey a bubblin Bread and bacon in the warmer No birds are a singin Just the black crows a cawing Sandy dirt a waiting For the rain Im so wasted all the places I rested None we as home As the porch under the briar But time keeps on movin And things keep a changing And we can't stop it So we have memories The old farmhouse long abandoned Cept for the copperheads and the bees All surrounded and half hidden By tall weeds and the briar Not place to take a load off Just stand and stare Time to get a moving Back down the road And Im so Wasted all the places I rested None were as home As the porch under the briar.
