I spent my first eighteen years
Trying to get out of here
'Cause I couldn't find one reason to make me stay

Seen a lotta world since then
Lately it's been sinking in
Still ain't found a better place

All the things that made me leave
Are now the things that are calling me

Back to the front porch
Back to my roots
I need a little more simple life
Mud on my boots
I wanna see that sunrise
On my screen door
I'm looking forward
To getting back to the front porch

Someday I'd like to be that guy
Sitting there watching life go by
Reading the paper in my boxer shorts

I'd help my baby shell some beans
Wave at neighbors, drink sweet tea
Pull out my guitar if I get bored

All the things that made me leave
Are now the things that are calling me

Back to the front porch
Back to my roots
I need a little more simple life
Mud on my boots
I wanna see that sunrise
On my screen door
I'm looking forward
To getting back to the front porch

Someday I'll slow things down
Find my way back home

Back to the front porch
Back to my roots
I need a little more simple life
Mud on my boots
I wanna see that sunrise
On my screen door
I'm looking forward
To getting back to the front porch 
I'm looking forward
To getting back to the front porch