Faye Sizemore


Sittin’ on his porch
in an old rockin’ chair
… his mind ramblin’ here and there

Smellin’ supper cookin’
People drivin’ by
Wavin’ and a lookin’…

Wavin’ at ol’ man Barrett
… Everybody knows him
… he being a three-war vet

Wonder what he’s a-thinkin’
… just sittin’ there
rockin’ ‘n’ root beer drinkin’

I bet I know
and if you’d stop and ask
he’d sure tell you so

With a quiet sigh
… and a tear in his eye
you would hear his reply…

‘Things are peaceful on my porch
… in this America… land of the free
Just wishin’ my old buddies wuz’ here
… sharin’ and rockin’ with me’…