Sitting On My Swing by Sam Tumblin

Sitting On My Swing by Sam Tumblin

Sitting on my swing watching birds in the summer tree’s

While I’m feeling a cool breeze I wish this moment to forever freeze

My mind far away it dreams to another time

When there was no rhythm to the rhyme

It was simpler times

When a nickel was a nickel and a dime a dime

Just ourselves to try and hide

Tears of joy man we cried

As our folks sip on lemonade

Smoke from the barbeque serenade

Sitting on my swing watching birds in the summer tree’s

While I’m feeling a cool breeze I wish this moment to forever freeze

My mind far away it dreams to another time

When a nickel was a nickel and a dime a dime

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