Eatonville - The Samples

It’s not every day I see you waiting here on the front porch of the store

telling tales

I’ve come a hundred miles from the everglades

And if you’ve got some time tell me of your day

Oh sit beneath the stars

Oh the days are hot and long

I think time has taken everything from me

And my hands no longer work anymore

There’s a child in the mud laughing now

She doesn’t know her life is running away

Oh sit beneath the stars

Oh the days are hot and long

It’s not every day I see you waiting here on the front porch of the store

telling tales

I’ve come a hundred miles from the everglades

And if you’ve got some time tell me of your day

Oh sit beneath the stars

Oh the days are hot and long

Only if you’ve got some time

Only if you’ve got some time

Only if you’ve got some time