Sittin’ on the front porch with a drink and a rockin’ chair
The sweet smell of pipe smoke it chimneys through the air
A breeze dances slowly to a melody so rare
I don’t even know what time it is, and I don’t really care
‘Cause I’m in no hurry this time

The television is lonely, the car wants a drive
This phone’s merely a jukebox, shaping the soundtrack of the night
There’s nothing on the books here, no agenda in sight
So don’t make any plans and it will all turn out alright
Say I’m in no hurry this time

Kick your feet up on the rails
Forget all the noise the world propels at you
Find your peace in the rhythm of the rocking chair
And say I’m in no hurry this time
Say I’m in no hurry this time

Oh no

I’m in no hurry this time

Kick your feet up on the rails
Forget all the noise the world propels at you
Find your peace in the rhythm of the rocking chair
And say I’m in no hurry this time
Say I’m in no hurry this time

I’m in no hurry this time

Written by Doug McDonald. © 2018 William D. McDonald. All rights reserved.