good lookin’ – the front porch offering

I’d travel round the world; I’d follow you.
I’d do what you want me to do.
I love you so, never let you go, oh no, oh no.

Lookin’ for a place to call my home,
A friendly kind of place to call my own.
Lookin’ for a place filled with joy and cheer,
A simple kind of place in a lower gear.
Sometimes I wonder if such a place exists.
A home to fill my soul with eternal bliss.

Sometimes I sit and think, man this just can’t be real.
It’s gotta be somewhere, what’s the deal?

Cuz I’m lookin’ for a place to call my home,
A friendly kind of place to call my own.
Lookin’ for a place filled with joy and cheer,
A simple kind of place in a lower gear.

A simple kind of place in a lower gear.

Help me find that place, oh someone please help me!
It’s gotta be somewhere, a place where I can just be.
Help me find a dwelling to come home to and smile.
A place where I can live a life more worthwhile.

Cuz I’m lookin’ for a place to call my home,
A friendly kind of place to call my own.
Lookin’ for a place filled with joy and cheer,
A simple kind of place in a lower gear.

Maybe it’s down south or somewhere out west.
Maybe it’s beyond that fence, I’d sure love to know what’s best.
Maybe it’s along the shore, or in the middle of the bay.
Who knows, but hell, I hope to find it soon, and find it someday!!!!

Lookin’ for a place to call my home,
A friendly kind of place to call my own.
Could take a century to find the one,
But as long as I’ve got you, love, I’ll feel at home…