God Only Knows - John Prine

I ain’t got nobody

Hangin' round my doorstep

Ain’t got no loose change

Just a hangin' round my jeans

If you see somebody

Would you send em' over my way

I could use some help here

With a can of pork and beans

I once had a family

But they up and left me

With nothing but an 8-track

Another side of George Jones

I was in high cotton

Just a bangin' on my six string

A kickin' at the trash can

Walkin' skin and bone

I can see your back porch

If I close my eyes now

I can hear the train tracks

Through the laundry on the line

I’m thinking it’s your business

But you don’t gotta answer

I’m knocking on your screen door

In the summertime

Everybodies out there

Climbing on the trees now

Swinging in the breeze now

Hanging on the vine

I’m dreaming 'bout a sailboat

I don’t need a fur coat

Underneath a dashboard

Got some sweet potato wine

I can see your back porch

If I close my eyes now

I can hear the train tracks

Through the laundry on the line

I’m thinkin' it’s your business

But you don’t got to answer

I’m knockin' on your screen door

In the summertime

I’m knockin' on your screen door

In the summertime