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Rated: E · Lyrics · Music · #1256531
Just my first try
I walk out on the the front porch and see you sittin' there
Fresh glass of lemonades in your hands
You look up and smile as you watch the kids play
Right up in the middle of the day

I wanna be there every night and day
I wanna be there every time you pray
I wanna be there when the young oak hits the ground
When in its old age it passes away

We're takin' a drive down the backroads
Widows down you turn the radio up
You say you remember when dirt paved the way
And these old fences were lined with hay

I wanna be there every night and day
I wanna be there every time you pray
I wanna be there when the young oak hits the ground
When in its old age it passes away

Sittin' on the front porch 20 years later
Kids are grown and got kids of their own
That old oak finally fell down to the ground
When in its old age it passed away

I'm still here every night and day
I'm still here every time you pray
I was here when the young oak hit the ground
When in its old age it passed away
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