i was the porter for centuries
bagman for wars never won
i carried the noose
buried the gatling gun

i lived off dust & tumbleweeds
dressed in a denim suit
bothered the gents
pulled up their towns by the roots

always did well with the womenfolk
promises never i made
tried when i could
left when i said i would stay

the fish feast on
the bodies of
the dead down in the sea
while i walk the land permanently

Lyrics submitted by Cyberghost

The Porter song meanings
Add your thoughts

No Comments

sort form View by:
  • No Comments

Add your thoughts

Log in now to tell us what you think this song means.

Don’t have an account? Create an account with SongMeanings to post comments, submit lyrics, and more. It’s super easy, we promise!

Back to top