John Anderson - Swinging (1983) Lyrics

John Anderson
Miscellaneous
Swinging (1983)
There's a little girl in our neighborhood
Her name is Charlotte Johnson and she's really looking good
I had to go and see her, so I called her on the phone
I walked over to her house, and this was going on

Her brother was on the sofa eating chocolate pie
Her momma was in the kitchen cutting chicken up to fry
Her daddy was in the backyard rolling up a garden hose
I was on the porch with Charlotte feeling love down to my toes

And we were swinging yes we were swinging
Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sing
I can't believe I'm out here on the front porch in this swing
Just a-swinging

Yes we were swinging yes we were swinging
Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sing
I can't believe I'm out here on the front porch in this swing
Just a-swinging

Now Charlotte’s she's a darling, 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

A-just a swinging just a swinging
Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sing
I can't believe I'm out here on the front porch in this swing
Just a-swinging

I said little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sing
I can't believe I'm out here on the front porch in this swing
Just a-swinging