Front Porch
The Scrips / Brad Wofford or band collaborator; confirm final songwriter split before publication
Rights: scrips-original-needs-owner-confirmation

Verse 1:
VERSE 1
On the front porch, golden grain
just like the waves, without the rain
and linda, if you've got brains
you'll leave that boy
don't play that game
CHORUS
you're problem is bigger
than romance
that boy has problems
more than he has chance
VERSE 2
let that, that summer breeze
blow though that sunday dress
just like it pleases
you heard that sermon well
pluck out that eye
and avoid that hell
CHORUS
VERSE 3
In the light, It
It all seems well
As in a dream
You just can't tell
But as the daytime
Begins to dim
The Trepidation
Starts closin in
CHORUS
VERSE 4
Had your life not lived
Before this song
A word of warning
I would give along
A jealous boy been
blind of good
In darkness breathing
What darkness should