Front Porch Swing Afternoon - Jamey Johnson

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