Brush Arbor Swingin' Bridge
I was just a young boy playing on the swingin' bridge
Out at Grandpappy Naisbett's house through the creek and over the ridge
Laughin' out loud on that old bridge us kids would make it swing
And we could hear coming from the house the old folks as they'd sing
On the swingin' bridge swingin' bridge
Throwin' rocks to the water below I could hear Amazing Grace
I can picture Grandpappy sing as the tears rolled down his face
He'd call us kids together knowing that we'd rather play
But there's no way he'd see us leace without some time to pray
Swingin' bridge memories of how we used to pray
Somehow deep inside my soul all I am and all I know
Traces back to the day of that swingin' bridge
[ mandolin ]
All us kids are married now with children of our own
Each of us made the good Lord the foundation of our home
And in my mind I often drive through the creek and over the ridge
To pray and sing Amazing Grace from that old swingin' bridge
Swingin' bridge memories of...
