[Verse 1]
Dad’s keys on the tray
Fan kickin’ in the hall
Socks on the linoleum
You could hear the screen door call
Worn-out jeans, cool supper
FM from the kitchen set
A quarter in the payphone slot
And nothing had happened yet
[Pre-Chorus]
We’d roll out late
No map, no plan
Just a backseat grin
And a jam-packed hand
[Chorus]
Back porch radio
Back porch radio
We were young, we were loud
Back porch radio
Good old days
Good old days
Still hangin’ around
Good old days
[Verse 2]
Momma’s laugh through the window
Neighbor’s dog on the chain
Blue smoke from the tailpipe
Round the block in the rain
Basement floor, old records
A beat-up Strat in tune
Every hard thing felt smaller
Under that yellow moon
[Pre-Chorus]
We’d roll out late
No map, no plan
Just a backseat grin
And a jam-packed hand
[Chorus]
Back porch radio
Back porch radio
We were young, we were loud
Back porch radio
Good old days
Good old days
Still hangin’ around
Good old days
[Bridge]
If I close my eyes
I can taste that night
Grease on my fingertips
And a Saturday light
Take me back now
Take me there again
Just one more round
With my old friends
[Final Chorus]
Back porch radio
Back porch radio
We were young, we were loud
Back porch radio
Good old days
Good old days
Still hangin’ around
Good old days
Back porch radio
(Back porch radio)
Back porch radio
(Back porch radio)