About the song
There’s something deeply comforting about country music when it does what it does best—telling stories wrapped in warmth, nostalgia, and a sense of home. Scotty McCreery, with his signature baritone and heartfelt delivery, has long been one of those artists who can capture the essence of small-town life and the simple joys that make it special. His song “Porch” is no exception.
At its core, “Porch” is a love letter to the familiar, a tribute to the places and moments that define home. For anyone who’s ever spent a slow evening sitting outside, watching the world go by, or sharing stories with loved ones, this song hits home in a way that feels both deeply personal and universally relatable. It’s not about grandeur or spectacle; it’s about the beauty in everyday life—the things we often take for granted but hold close to our hearts.
What makes Scotty McCreery’s delivery so effective is his ability to sound genuine. There’s no artifice in his voice, no attempt to be anything other than what he is: a country singer who truly understands the lifestyle he sings about. His deep, warm vocals carry a weight of sincerity, giving “Porch” an easy, effortless charm. You can almost hear the creak of a wooden swing, feel the breeze of a quiet Southern evening, and smell the sweet aroma of freshly cut grass as he sings.
Lyrically, “Porch” paints vivid pictures of home, love, and belonging. It reminds us that happiness isn’t always found in big cities or flashy experiences—it can be right outside our front door, in the laughter of family, the company of a loved one, or the stillness of a sunset. The instrumentation complements this message beautifully, with an acoustic-driven arrangement that feels both modern and rooted in classic country traditions.
For fans of Scotty McCreery, “Porch” is yet another reminder of why he remains one of the most genuine voices in contemporary country music. And for those who may be discovering him for the first time, this song serves as a perfect introduction—warm, familiar, and undeniably real.
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Lyrics
Good dog, good dog, where you gonna lie
When the screened in sun hits your belly just right?
I’ma ease my coming home pedal off the floor
While you bite my tires all the way to the porch
Pretty girl, pretty girl, pick you up at eight
What you wanna bet your daddy’s gonna say?
Eleven means eleven not eleven o’ four
Don’t want to see him flicker that light on the porch
Whoa, you can find me
Getting lost in a Carolina breeze
Whoa, it’s where I wanna be
When the sunset’s cutting through the trees
Swaying on a swing, just talking to the Lord
I’ve done a lot of good living just sitting on the porch
Cold beer, cold beer, chilling on ice
In an old metal cooler with a sticker on the side, I
Got some buddies coming over for some Coors
‘Bout to be a bunch of cans getting crushed on the porch
Whoa, you can find me
Getting lost in a Carolina breeze
Whoa, it’s where I wanna be
When the sunset’s cutting through the trees
Swaying on a swing, just talking to the Lord
I’ve done a lot of good living just sitting on the porch
Little man, little man, climb up in my lap
Leave your little boots by mine on the mat
One day you’re gonna make this big world yours
But you’ll always have a spot by your daddy on the porch
Whoa, you can find me
Getting lost in a Carolina breeze
Whoa, it’s where I wanna be
When the sunset’s cutting through the trees
Swaying on a swing, just talking to the Lord
I’ve done a lot of good living just sitting on the porch
My favorite kind of living’s just sitting on the porch
