
I think I want a covered porch
On a big, ranch-style home—
Way out in the country
Where the horse and cattle roam.
I think I want a covered porch
On a big, ranch-style home—
Way out in the country
Where the horse and cattle roam.
Ever notice before church or before a temple trip,
Or before an FHE how you feel contentions grip?
Well, it’s not coincidental—‘tis the Devil, don’t you see?
And his timing is predictable; it’s not a mystery.