Front Porch Swing Afternoon

Sittin' here, countin' the cars goin' by
 In an hour must've been one or two
 The sheets are flappin' on mama's clothesline
 And 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 ooh-ooh, feel that breeze blowin'
 That magnolia showin' her blooms
 On this old front porch swing afternoon
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 That old dog is layin' under Grandpa's old chair
 He ain't lookin' for nothin' to do
 And that tractor is stirrin' up dust over there
 On this old front porch swing afternoon
 I can see Grandma now in her old checkered dress
 Beatin' a rug with her broom
 The clouds are a-churnin', comin' in from the west
 On this old front porch swing afternoon
 And ooh-ooh, 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