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 Unless I thought I was gonna land right close to where you are Well if I thought anybody cared I'd send back word Strapped to the leg of a transcelestial bird I wonder if I really ever did leave how many would there be to grieve How would they react to the word Well I wouldn't ever want to hurt a solitary soul I have still got all 6 ' 2 in control But when my obligation's low is a greasy uphill road And pleasin' everybody but me is my first goal I want to sit on my porch and pick on my ol' guitar And just hope your hangin' loose where ever you are And for the joy you brought to me this song I sung for thee While I sit on my porch and pick on my ol' guitar