Cherry Pie

. for public domain (after listening to Wolfmother Vagabond, rhythm lifted without permission) The wind blows down the railroad track, it blows on down the road. The creek flows down the gully out back, to where I never knowed. I'm just sittin' on my own porch swing, sippin' wine. I'm just grinnin' on my old porch swing, feelin' fine. I'm just sinnin' on the old porch swing, passin' time. I got my house, I got my dog, I got my blue suede shoes. Pitless cherry in a cherry pie, no cause to light my fuse. I'm just sittin' on my own porch swing, sippin' wine. I'm just grinnin' on my old porch swing, feelin' fine. I'm just sinnin' on the old porch swing, passin' time. The sun is way up in the sky, the moon is up there too. and if you've got a mind for fun, I singin' this with you. We're just sittin' on an own porch swing, sippin' wine. We're just grinnin' on an old porch swing, feelin' fine. We're just sinnin' on an old porch swing, passin' time.