From the recording Small Town World
Sitting on my porch swing listening to the crickets sing a love song for the fireflies to dance to. Off in the distance the whistle of a lonesome train calls thru the night everything's gonna be alright.
chorus//Nothing comes close, nothing compares sitting on my porch swing and watching my small town world.
there goes Bobby and his girl. They're in their own little world walking hand in hand. Uptown to hear their favorite band.
Cross town at the baseball field the crack of a bat makes the crowd rise and cheer. Another runner's headed for home.
bridge// and theirs nothing I love more than sitting on that porch swing hearing those church bells ring. Ringing on Sunday morn.
Sittin on my porch swing listening to the crickets sing a love song for the fireflies to dance to.