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 with 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
Treating your neighbor like he's your next of kin
Wouldn't be gone with the wind
If the world had a front porch, like we did back then
The chorus of this song make interesting points: When he says, if we had a front porch, "we'd still have our problems but we would all be friends," the author rightly points us to the importance of local community and politics and concrete, face-to-face relationships for solving the prudential questions of politics. It isn't the case that we shouldn't disagree, but rather that when we disagree we know who it is that we are disagreeing with in order to preserve respect for others as persons. At the same time, the fact is that the world can't have a front porch. This shows an inadequacy of globalism in its detraction from local political interactions, which help us know our neighbor as a person rather than abstractly.
Another good point that this song makes is that treating your neighbor like family will contribute to more stable communities and can prevent the mobility that blows us from place to place with the wind.
So here's to front porches (even make-shift front porches) and smoothies and summertime and good Virginia crops.
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