Sittin here countin the cars goin by
In an hour, must’ve been 1 or 2
The sheets all flappin on mama’s clothes line
It’s an old front porch swing afternoon
I can hear music from somewhere inside
The faint sound of a Hank Williams tune
I just caught the smell of a blackberry pie
On this old front porch swing afternoon
And oooo, feel that breeze blowin
That magnolia showin her bloom
On this old front porch swing afternoon
That old dog is layin under grandpa's old chair
He ain't lookin for nothing to do
That tractor is stiring up dust over there
On this old front porch swing afternoon
I can see grandma there in her old checkered dress
Beatin a rug with her broom
The clouds are returnin, comin in from the west
On this old front porch swing afternoon
And oooo, feel that breeze blowin
The sun will be goin down soon
On an old front porch swing afternoon
It’s an old front porch swing afternoon
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