The only ground I ever owned
Was sticking to my shoes
Now I look out my front porch
At this panoramic view
I can sit and watch the fields fill up
With rays of golden sun
Or watch the moon lay on the fences
Like that's where it was hung
My blessings arn't in front of me
It's not about the land
I'll never beat the view
Of my front porch looking in
CHORUS:
There's a carrot top who can barely walk
With a sippie cup of milk
A little blue eyed blonde with her shoes on wrong
Because she likes to dress herself
And the most beautiful girl holding both of them
And the view I love the most
Is my front porch looking in
I've traveled here and everywhere
Following my job
I've seen the paintings from the air
Brushed by the hand of God
The mountsins and the canyons reach
From sea to shining sea
But I can't wait to get back home
To the one he made for me
If there's anywhere I'll ever go
Or anywhere I've been
Nothing takes my breath away
Like my front porch looking in
I see what beautiful is about
When I'm looking in
Not when I'm looking out
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