“Porchlight Politico” [Verse 1] I got a Ph.D. hangin' on my wall, But I’d trade it all for a rocking chair call. From Knoxville nights to Founders' debates, I read Jefferson like he’s still scribblin’ the fates. [Chorus] So pull up a chair, grab a donut or three, We’ll solve all the world’s ills over black coffee. ‘Cause the nation don’t break if we bend just right— I’m just here to keep the porchlight bright. [Verse 2] I got spreadsheets on slavery, graphs on the war, And a knack for explainin’ what we’re fightin’ for. Some folks shout red, some holler out blue, But I’m lookin’ for the purple in a sharper view. [Bridge] They say I’m a hillbilly with too many books, Who quotes Madison with sideways looks. But if compromise is an art, friend, I’ll paint the sky— With a Constitution in my pocket and a rebel cry. [Chorus] So pull up a chair, bring your strong opinions too, We'll wrangle ‘em down like the Founders used to do. The flag still flies and the future’s in sight— I’m just here to keep the porchlight bright. From Athens to the archives, I walk that line, Between memory and mayhem, the sacred and spine. And when my daughter asks what this all means at night— I say, “Speak your mind, girl. But do it right.” “I’m just here to keep the porchlight bright.” I’m just here to keep the porchlight bright.
