Sittin' here, countin' the cars goin' by In an hour must've been one or two The sheets are flappin' on mama's clothesline And 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 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', 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