Sunday swingy

When I hear this song, even in this style (which seems pretty natural), I think of hearing it for the first time in the bedroom I shared with my brothers at the first house I remember. Mostly I remember the windows and the scalloped trim over them. I don’t know why. I still miss that house sometimes.

If I had known anyone with the names in the song when I was a kid, I would be singing it all the time.

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