Screen Door Porch
Light Through the Pines
Words & Music: Aaron Davis, Yella Dog Records (ASCAP)



It's all about the days when times not pushed
His hands got dirty all of a sudden its dusk
He likes to play just like when he was nine
Stomping through creeks like light through the pines

When the work was done and he could cut his ties
From the workbench era of a week's time
Beat the drum, invite a friend
What he saw is not worth trading in


It’s all about the days when times not pushed
His hands got dirty all of a sudden its dusk
He likes to play just like when he was nine
Stomping through creeks like light through the pines

He worked for a dollar and then
Settled in the country to make amends
Built in a moment or two
"Relax," he'd say, "It's in front of you"

Strong is the seam weaved by chance
No map needed when the palette's dry
He dropped the phone and dropped his doubt
In the end, it turned him out