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Tailgates and Porch Swings

Out in the driveway Sits my old pickup truck Whose tailgates the first place I learned about love Its held on with cables That are rusted and worn While its seen better days Its weathered the storm That old rusty tailgate Helped see me through When I lost my first love We shared in some brews And I have to admit It don't matter the make The lessons I learned On that rusty tailgate Outside of my door Sits an old front porch swing Its splintered and tattered And blows with the breeze But the lessons I learned there Passed generationally From grandpappy to my dad And then down to me I sat in that porch swing And learned about life From those who had lived it And never lost sight Of what's most important It still tugs my heart strings The lessons I learned In that old front porch swing School never taught me Much about life And the good book still teaches Me every night So if your looking to learn Be sure to lean On an old beat up tailgate Or squeaky porch swing Tailgates and porch swings Hold the lessons in life Ones where I kissed my Now second wife I don't know about physics And those sorts of things But the best lessons in life You'll learn on tailgates and porch swings I learned from the masters Who unconditionally Taught me the lessons Of Tailgates and porch swings

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