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