Cast Iron

You think you 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