If the World Had a Front Porch - Luke Combs, Tracy Lawrence

It was where my mama sat on that old swing with her crochet

It was where grandaddy taught me how to cuss and how to pray

It was where we made our own ice cream those sultry summer nights

Where the bulldog had her puppies and us brothers had our fights

There were many nights I’d sit right there and look out at the stars

To the sound of a distant wippoorwhill or the hum of a passin' car

It was where I first got up the nerve to steal me my first kiss

And it was where I learned to play guitar and pray I had the gift

If the world had a front porch like we did back then

We’d still have our problems but we’d all be friends

Treatin' your neighbor like he’s your next of kin

Wouldn’t be gone with the wind

If the world had a front porch like we did back then

Purple hulls and pintos I’ve shelled more than my share

Cause lighting bugs and crickets danced in the evening air

And like a beacon that ol' yellow bulb it always led me home

Some how mama always knew just when to leave it on

If the world had a front porch…

Treatin' your neighbor…