Lyrics I'm Gonna Sit On The Porch And Pick On My Old Guitar

I'm gonna sit on the porch and pick on my old 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 they'd react to the word

Well I wouldn't want to hurt a solitary soul
I have still got all six foot too in control
But when my obligation's load
Is a greasy uphill road
And pleasin' everybody but me is my first goal

I want to sit on the porch and pick on my old guitar
And just hope you're hanging 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 old guitar