Someday I want a porch swing
It can have a squeaky hinge
It can lean to the right
It can creak in the wind
I don't care if it's hanging from
a cabin or a shack
But, baby, it better be home
Before my voice is squeaky
And my bones creak
Before I forget what it is to lean
into someone and sway in the wind
Someday I want a porch swing
and I'll call where it hangs
home
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