Tracy Chapman – Material World scritto da admin 18 Gennaio 2016 It was where my Mama sat on that old swing with her crochet It was where Granddaddy taught me how to cuss and how to pray It was where we made our own ice cream those sultry summer nights where the bulldog had her puppies,and us brothers had our fights There were many nights I’d sit right there and look out at the stars To the sound of a distant whippoorwill or the hum of a passing car It was where I first got up the nerve to steal me my first kiss and it was where i learned to play guitar and pray I had the gift If the world had a front porch like we did back then we’d still have our problems but we’d all be friends Treating your neighbor like he’s your next of kin Wouldn’t be gone like the wind If the World had a front porch, like we did back then Purple hulls and pintos, I’ve shelled more than my share As lightening bugs and crickets danced in the evening air And like a beacon that old yellow bulb, it always led me home Somehow Mama always knew just when to leave it on If the world had a front porch like we did back then we’d still have our problems but we’d all be friends Treating your neighbor like he’s your next of kin Wouldn’t be gone like the wind If the World had a front porch, like we did back then