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