Sittin' here countin' the cars going by
In a hour must a been one or two
The sheets are flappin' on momma's clothes line
Its 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 ooo oooo ooo
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 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' coming in from the west
On this old front porch swing afternoon

And ooo oooo ooo
Feel that breeze blowin'
The sun will be going down soon
On an old front porch swing afternoon
Its an old front porch swing afternoon

Writer : JOHNSON, JAMEY / SHELL, LARRY / CANNON, BUDDY
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing