Scotty McCreery - Swingin' Lyrics
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Swingin'
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What Are The Lyrics For Swingin' By Scotty McCreery?
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 going 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', yes 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' Now Charlotte she's the darlin', 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 Just a swingin', well just a swingin' Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sang I can't believe I'm out here on the front porch in the swing Just-a-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 the swing Just-a-swingin' Just-a-swingin' Just-a-swingin' |
Who Wrote Swingin' By Scotty McCreery?
John David Anderson, Lionel A. Delmore
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What's The Duration Of The Swingin' By Scotty McCreery?The duration of Swingin' is 3:22 minutes and seconds. |
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