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Swingin – John Anderson

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“Swingin'” by John Anderson is a classic country tune that brings a slice of small-town life to vivid, toe-tapping reality. Originally released in 1982 on Anderson’s album Wild & Blue, this song quickly became one of his biggest hits, reaching the top of the Billboard Hot Country Songs chart and solidifying his place in country music history. Written by Anderson himself alongside Lionel Delmore, “Swingin’” is a playful, upbeat tune that combines humor, nostalgia, and infectious energy, capturing the essence of young romance and carefree days in the South.

The charm of “Swingin'” lies in its simplicity and relatability. The lyrics tell the story of a young man who visits the house of his love interest, a girl named Charlotte Johnson. Set in a small-town setting where neighbors know each other’s names and porch swings are the social center, the song paints a picture of a young couple’s innocent and joyful relationship. Anderson’s laid-back, slightly gritty voice brings authenticity to the storytelling, making listeners feel as if they’re right there in the yard, watching Charlotte swing. The repeated line, “We were swingin’,” gives the song a catchy refrain that gets stuck in your head, embodying the lightheartedness of young love.

Musically, “Swingin'” is driven by a strong, bouncy beat and Anderson’s deep, soulful voice, which adds a down-to-earth feel to the track. With its lively rhythm and memorable chorus, the song has a timeless quality that’s as enjoyable now as it was over four decades ago. The playful, almost conversational style of Anderson’s singing and the rhythmic, catchy melody make the song easy to sing along to, which is part of why it’s endured as a favorite among fans of classic country.

The song’s success marked a significant milestone for Anderson, cementing his reputation as an artist with a unique sound and perspective in country music. “Swingin'” earned Anderson Single of the Year at the Country Music Association Awards in 1983 and went on to be one of the most memorable tracks of his career. The song’s impact continued years later, with covers by other artists and even a re-recorded version by Anderson himself in 2011, which showed that its appeal hadn’t faded with time.

Even today, “Swingin'” is celebrated for its ability to transport listeners back to a simpler time, reminding us of the joy in the little moments of life and love. It’s a song that invites people of all ages to join in and sway along, just like Charlotte Johnson on her porch swing—a timeless, feel-good tune that’s as American as apple pie.Picture background

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Lyrics: “Swingin'”

 

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,Yeah, and we’ll be swingin, yes, we’ll be swinging.
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 swang,
Just-a-swangin.

Now Charlotte she’s the darlin’, she’s the apple of my eye,
And when I’m on the swang with her it makes me almost high.
And Charlotte is my lover and she has been since the sprang,
I just can’t believe it started on her front porch in this swang.

Just a swangin, well just a swangin,
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 swang,
Just-a-swangin.

I said, Little Charlotte she’s as pretty as the angels when they sang,
I can’t believe I’m out here on her front porch in the swang,
Just-a-swangin.

 

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