I'M GONNA SIT ON THE PORCH AND PICK ON MY OLD GUITAR
Words and music by Johnny Cash
As recorded by Johnny Cash on "Silver" (1979)

I'm gonna sit on the porch and pick on my ol' guitar.
I'm gonna lay on my back and laugh at my lucky star.
And then I'm gonna fly away and never come back someday,
'Less I thought I would land right close to where you are.

Well, if I thought anybody really cared, I'd send back word
Strapped to the leg of a trans-celestial bird.
I wonder if I ever really did leave, how many would there be to grieve?
How did ----[*] react to the word?

Well, I wouldn't want to hurt a solitary soul.
I have still got all six-foot-two in control.
But when my obligation's low as a greasy uphill road,
And pleasin' everybody but me is my first goal—

I want to sit on the porch and pick on my ol' guitar,
And just hope you're hangin' loose wherever you are,
And for the joy you brought to me, this song I sung for thee,
While I sit on the porch and pick on my ol' guitar.


[* There is a pause here, as if to conceal the identity of someone whose name should be inserted.]