Cast Iron

Cast Iron

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