Old Porch Swing - Gene Watson

It’s hung there on the front porch

Since this old house was built

It’s where the old men whittle

And the women fleece their 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 daddy’s daddy died

And now it rocks my children

When they close their sleepy eyes

It’s where I popped the question

With a quarter karot ring

That ol' 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

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…