Front-Porch Boogie
Laughter and the sound of rhythm and blues
Some front-porch boogie with my baby doll
Drinking the moon from an ole Mason jar
Lovely hot midday sun upon our feet
Stutter rhythm dancing, her in my arms
Head leaned back and lovely long hair swayin
Lost in the music as we slide along
Dancing barefoot on the old wooden floor
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