It's hung there on the front porch
Since this old house was built
It's where the old men whittle
And it's where the women fleece thier quilts
It's held four generations
Through whatever life could bring
That ol' swing
That ol' porch swing
It held a grieving widow
When my my daddy's daddy died
And it now rocks my children
When they close thier sleepy little eyes
It's where I popped the question
With a quarter karot ring
That ol' porch swing
It's been there through the sunshine
It's had it's share of rain
Been a witness to some good times
And a like amount of pain
If it could tell it's story
What a violin could sing
That ol' swing
That ol' porch swing
It's where brother read the letter
That sent him off to war
We knew he had to go and fight
But we didn't know what for
When he came home he just sat there
And never said a thing
In that swing
That ol' porch swing
It's been there through the sunshine
It's had it's share of rain
Been a witness to some good times
And a like amount of pain
If it could tell it's story
What a violin could sing
That ol' swing
That ol' porch swing
That ol' swing
That ol' porch swing ...
Since this old house was built
It's where the old men whittle
And it's where the women fleece thier quilts
It's held four generations
Through whatever life could bring
That ol' swing
That ol' porch swing
It held a grieving widow
When my my daddy's daddy died
And it now rocks my children
When they close thier sleepy little eyes
It's where I popped the question
With a quarter karot ring
That ol' porch swing
It's been there through the sunshine
It's had it's share of rain
Been a witness to some good times
And a like amount of pain
If it could tell it's story
What a violin could sing
That ol' swing
That ol' porch swing
It's where brother read the letter
That sent him off to war
We knew he had to go and fight
But we didn't know what for
When he came home he just sat there
And never said a thing
In that swing
That ol' porch swing
It's been there through the sunshine
It's had it's share of rain
Been a witness to some good times
And a like amount of pain
If it could tell it's story
What a violin could sing
That ol' swing
That ol' porch swing
That ol' swing
That ol' porch swing ...
inviata da Kevin Joyce - 19/4/2010 - 23:13
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