| Sittin' here countin' the cars goin' by
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| In an hour must’ve been one or two
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| The sheets are flappin' on Momma’s clothesline
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| It’s an old front porch swing afternoon
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| I can hear music from somewhere inside
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| The faint sound of a Hank Williams tune
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| I just caught the smell of a blackberry pie
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| On this old front porch swing afternoon
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| And, ooh-ooh, feel that breeze blowin'
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| That magnolia showin' her blooms
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| On this old front porch swing
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| Afternoon
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| That old dog is layin' under Grandpa’s old chair
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| He ain’t lookin' for nothin' to do
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| An' that tractor is stirrin' up dust over there
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| On this old front porch swing afternoon
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| I can see Grandma now in her old checkered dress
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| Beatin' a rug with her broom
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| The clouds are a-churnin' comin' in from the west
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| On this old front porch swing afternoon
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| And, ooh-ooh, feel that breeze blowin'
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| The sun will be goin' down soon
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| On an old front porch swing
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| Afternoon
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| It’s an old front porch swing
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| Afternoon |