You think see everything with those glasses   My eyes the color of molasses   All you have to do is ask is all   And I'll tell you      I'll tell you from my front porch   I'll tell you from my cast iron chair   I'll tell you about my special friends   I only wish you were there      Don't get uppity with me   I see things that that you never see   I've been seeing them for years   Let me whisper in your ear      I'll tell you from my front porch   I'll tell you from my cast iron chair   I'll tell you about my visitors   I only wish you were there, well      The man in the airplane was looking for you