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...