Swingin'    (1982)

There's a little girl in our neighborhood,
Her name is Charlotte Johnson and she's really lookin' good.
I had to go and see her, so I called her on the phone,
I walked over to her house, and this was goin' on.

Her brother was on the sofa eatin' chocolate pie,
Her Momma was in the kitchen cuttin' chicken up to fry.
Daddy was in the backyard rollin' up a garden hose.
I was on the porch with Charlotte feelin' love down to my toes.

And we were swingin'. (Swingin'.)
Yes, we were swingin'. (Swingin'.)
Little Charlotte, she's as pretty as the angels when they sing.
I can't believe I'm out here on her front porch in this swing,
Just a-swingin'. (Swingin', yeah.)

And we'll be swingin'. (Swingin'.)
Yes, we'll be swingin'. (Swingin'.)
Little Charlotte, she's as pretty as the angels when they sing.
I can't believe I'm out here on her front porch in this swing,
Just a-swingin'. (Swingin', yeah.)

Now, Charlotte's she's a darlin', she's the apple of my eye.
And when I'm on the swing with her it makes me almost high.
And Charlotte is my lover and she has been since the spring,
I just can't believe it started on her front porch in this swing.

Just a-swingin'. (Swingin'.)
Well, just a-swingin'. (Swingin'.)
Little Charlotte, she's as pretty as the angels when they sing.
I can't believe I'm out here on her front porch in this swing,
Just a-swingin'. (Swingin', yeah.)

I said, little Charlotte, she's as pretty as the angels when they sing.
I can't believe I'm out here on her front porch in this swing,
Just a-swingin'. (Swingin', yeah.)
(Swingin'.)

Lyrics by John Anderson and Lionel Delmore.
Recorded by John Anderson.


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