"Front Porch Swing Afternoon" lyrics

Sittin' here countin' the cars goin' 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 showin' her blooms
On this old-front-porch-swing
Afternoon

That old dog is layin' under Grandpa's old chair
He ain't lookin' for nothin' to do
An' 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