Sittin' here countin' the cars goin' byAnd an hour must've been one or twoThe sheets are flappin' on momma's clotheslineIt's an old front porch swing afternoonI can hear music from somewhere outsideThe faint sound of a Hank Williams tuneI just caught the smell of a blackberry pieOn this old front porch swing afternoonAnd, ooh, ooh, feel that breeze blowin'That magnolia showin' her bloomsOn this old front porch swing afternoonThat old dog is layin' under grandpa's old chairHe ain't lookin' for nothin' to doAnd that tractor is stirrin' up dust over thereOn this old front porch swing afternoonI can see grandma now in her old checkered dressBeatin' a rug with her broomThe clouds are a-churnin' comin' in from the westOn this old front porch swing afternoonAnd, ooh, ooh, feel that breeze blowin'The sun will be goin' down soonOn an old front porch swing afternoonIt's an old front porch swing afternoon