Front Porch - Brent Best (thanks to Gregor Anderson) Recorded version is in G 

D                           G         D 
Driven to silence but I'm drowning in sin 
                          G           A 
My mandolin hangs on the wall once again 
D                               F#m 
I can't seem to find the right words from within 
G                A          D 
But I won't be looking for long 

There comes a time when nothing seems clear 
When you're passed out on the front porch with a head full of beer 
Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear 
But I won't be thinking for long 

So many years ago when I was pure 
I was drunk on direction but afflicted with a cure 
For all ailments cynical, that's how things were 
But I didn't stay drunk for too long 

Notions and knowledge came and sobered me up 
I sipped from their bottle and I slammed a whole cup 
That swill seemed to sit well, but I should've thrown it up 
'Cause it didn't sit well for too long 

Bm                    G        A 
I was a fool, I was stupid because 
       Bm                      G           A 
I was mistaking knowledge for just a good buzz 
Bm                            G 
Five years drunk on wine and words and wit 
           Em                               A 
Served by cynics and charlatans, they were all full of shit 

Bm                              G        A 
Empty cans of frustration and cans of regret 
          Bm                      G            A 
Line the living room floor that you've often swept 
      Bm                  G 
Pop another one open and retch at the stench 
        Em                           A 
It's a hard drink to swallow for a thirst you can't quench 

      D                                  G             D 
But there'll, there'll come a time when it all seems clear 
                                                   G            A 
When your passed out on the front porch with your head full of beer 
    D                     F#m 
Confused and clouded by thoughts of you dear 
        G        A          D 
But I won't be clouded for long 

Now I'm driven to silence and I'm drowning in sin 
My mandolin hangs on the wall once again 
I can't seem to find the right words from within 
But I won't be looking for long 

I'll stink of drink till I let you in 
Then I won't be stinking for long 
No, I won't be stinking for long