Swingin'
Written by Anderson
Lionel Delmore
Recorded by Frank McKinnon

LYRICS

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 Mama was in the kitchen cuttin' chicken up to fry. Her 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'. Yeah, we were 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'.

Yeah, and we are swingin. Yeah, we are be swingin'. 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 the swing, just-a-swangin'.

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

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-swangin'. 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-swangin'.

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Frank McKinnon:
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