Front Porch Swing Afternoon

Sitting here counting the cars go by

In an hour must've been one or two

The sheets are flappin' on Momma's clothesline

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 showing her blooms

On this old front porch swing

Afternoon

That old dog is laying under Grandpa's old chair

He ain't looking for nothing to do

And that tractor is stirring up dust over there

On this old front porch swing afternoon

I can see Grandma now in her old checkered dress

Beating a rug with her broom

The clouds are a-churnin' comin' in font the west

On this old front porch swing afternoon

And, ooh, ooh, feel that breeze blowin'

The sun will be going down soon

On an old front porch swing

Afternoon

It's an old front porch swing

Afternoon