Sit with me on the porch
Of an old mountain cabin.
Listen to the rain
As it hits the tin roof.
Playin' a ragtime song
In seasonal syncopation.
Look out into the distance
Up the holler
Through the hazy rain.
Watch for that truck or car
That might wander by.
Throw up a hand an' howdy
Nod your head an' grin.
We'll talk a bit
Not often.
Just a wanderin' thought
Now an' then.
Mostly we'll sit an' listen,
Watchin' nothin' at all.
Enjoy the day,
The rain,
The company.
Just bein'
Just knowin'
Just fine.
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