D
They're harbor for flower pots,
G
Old folks, and sleepy dogs,
D G
Sandals and wooden swings
D G
They're known for their shade and ice cold lemonaide
C G
And morning glory vines and wire screens
Gb7 G
They keep the world from running right up to our front door
E7 A
They're a place where time doesn't matter anymore
D G
And on a dark summer night they shine like torches
C A D G D G
Those old old southern porches
D
All the years of our evil talk
G
That creep into their floors and walls
D G
And oh the stories they could tale
D
Will they know the sounds of snapping beans,
G
Roller skates and guitar strings
C G
Box fans rattling on the window seals
Gb7 G
And to the one that has been away to long the steps are open arms
E7 A
And they have always been a place where young lovers exchange hearts
D G
They're shelter from the rain and the August sun that scorches
C A D
Those old old southern porches
Gb7 G
Whoa and If you have never known one I'm so sorry
E7 A
But they're some of my very favorite memories
D
All their fears are framed by gingerbread,
G
White columns and iron rails
D G
Life looks like a movie passing by
D G
If you find one let it rest you, set back and let it bless you
C G
Oh, I guarantee it&rsquo s going to ease your weary mind
Gb7 G
For times are changing fast now and everything is a race
E7
The old world is full of trouble
A
Oh oh, and nowhere is really safe,
D G
But I always find a harbor and a comfort in the voices
C A D
Of those old old southern porches
D G
Oh, I always find a harbor and a comfort in the voices
C A D G
Of old, grass valley California porches
D
Oh oh oh oh