The only ground I ever owned

Was sticking to my shoes

Now I look out my front porch

At this panoramic view

I can sit and watch the fields fill up

With rays of golden sun

Or watch the moon lay on the fences

Like that's where it was hung



My blessings arn't in front of me

It's not about the land

I'll never beat the view

Of my front porch looking in



CHORUS:

There's a carrot top who can barely walk

With a sippie cup of milk

A little blue eyed blonde with her shoes on wrong

Because she likes to dress herself

And the most beautiful girl holding both of them

And the view I love the most

Is my front porch looking in



I've traveled here and everywhere

Following my job

I've seen the paintings from the air

Brushed by the hand of God

The mountsins and the canyons reach

From sea to shining sea

But I can't wait to get back home

To the one he made for me



If there's anywhere I'll ever go

Or anywhere I've been

Nothing takes my breath away

Like my front porch looking in



I see what beautiful is about

When I'm looking in

Not when I'm looking out