I'm sittin' on the front porch drinkin' beer
 Smokin' all the cigarettes I own.
 Well, my wife done left me and my job's a pain
 The car won't run and it looks like rain
 So I'm sittin' on the front porch drinkin' beer.

 There's a whole lot of things in this world can go wrong
 But with six, or eight, or twelve pain killers
 The pain don't last too long
 Well some folks say I'm over the hill
 If the beer don't get me then the cigarettes will
 But I'm sittin on the front porch drinkin' beer.

 Well the house needs paint and the roof caved in
 I got three days beard and I look like sin
 Sittin' on the front porch drinkin' beer,
 Well the dog don't like me and the cat don't care
 And Lady Luck just died, I swear,
 Sittin' on the front porch drinkin' beer.

 There's a whole lot of things in this world can go wrong
 But with six, or eight, or twelve pain killers
 The pain don't last too long
 Well some folks say I'm over the hill
 If the smokes don't get me then the alcohol will
 Sittin on the front porch drinkin' beer

 Well the TV's busted and I'm out of food
 I'm out of money and my boss is crude
 Sittin' on the front porch drinkin beer.
 Well, my song is lousy and the words don't rhyme
 My face might be ugly, but that ain't no crime (or maybe it is....)
 Sittin' on the front porch drinkin' beer

 There's a whole lot of things in this world can go wrong
 But with six, or eight, or twelve pain killers
 The pain don't last too long
 Well, some folks say I'm over the hill
 If the Camels din't get me then the Rolling Rock will
 Sittin' on the front porch drinkin' beer
 And I'm glad as hell they have a front porch here.

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