The only ground I ever owned,
Was sticking to my shoes,
Now I look out my front porch,
At this panaramic view,
I can sit and watch the fields fill up,
With rays of golden sun,
I watch the moon lay on the fences,
Like that's where it was hung
(Bridge)
My blessings are in front of me,
It's not about to land,
I'll never beat the view,
From my front porch lookin' in
There's a carrot top that can barely walk,
With a sippy cup of milk,
A little blue-eyed blonde with shoes on wrong,
cause she likes to dress herself,
The most beautiful girl holdin' both of them,
And the view I love the most,
Is my front porch lookin' in,
(Verse 2)
I see what beautiful is about,
When I'm looking in,
Not when I"m looking out
(Chorus - ad lib out)