Cledus T Judd Swingin` Lyrics

Swingin` Lyrics

John Anderson (J. Anderson/L. Delmore) Polygram Imternational Publishing,
Inc.(ASCAP)



Let's dance!!! UH...

(Yes ma'am... 

Is Charlotte Johnson at home by chance? 

Uh yea ma'am we're supposed to have a date tonight. 

Where we going? 

I'll tell you where we're going... 

Swinging)



There's a little girl, living in my neighborhood 

Her name is Charlotte Johnson mmm mmm lookin good 

I had to go and see her, so I called her on the phone 

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 

Her daddy was in the back yard rollin up a garden hose 

And I was on the porch with Charlotte feelin' love down to my toes 



Chorus: 

And we were swingin' (swinging) 

Yeah we were swingin' (swinging) 

Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sing 

I can't believe it started on the front porch in a swing

Just swingin' (swingin) Just swingin' (swingin) 



Now Charlotte she's a darlin she's the apple of my eye 

When I'm on the swing with her it makes me oh so high 

Now Charlotte is my lover and she has been since the spring 

I can't believe it started on her front porch in the swing 



Chorus

Repeat Chorus



Here we go...



Me and Charlotte sittin on the porch swing 

Eating moon pies sipping on the Real Thing

Daddy comes out with a 12 gauge shotgun 

Had a flashback from his days in Viet Nam

Honey please you're my daughter

I guess she forgot all the things I taught her

Shot gun blast my ears ringing on the front porch...

UH



Chorus



That's what we were doing 

Swinging

There's your money in the bank...two step to that



There's a little girl, living in my neighborhood 

Her name is Charlotte Johnson mmm mmm lookin good 

Now Charlotte is my lover and she has been since the spring 

I can't believe it started on her front porch in a swing 



Here we go...



Me and Charlotte sittin on the porch swing 

Eating moon pies sipping on the Real Thing

Daddy comes out with a 12 gauge shotgun 

Had a flashback from his days in Viet Nam

Honey please you're my daughter

I guess she forgot all the things I taught her

Shot gun blast my ears ringing on the front porch...

UH



CHORUS



That's what we were doing 

Swinging

There's your money in the bank...two step to that



Don't touch that knob there might be some JAM ON IT...

Too much jam on it Too much jam on it

Too much jam on it