Rocking Chair Songtext
von Cayouche

There′s an old rocking chair
Casting memories everywhere
On that old home porch
Across from Temple's store
You can see where the arm is all worn
Where my granddaddy rested his arm
In that old rocking chair
That don′t rock no more

Well, if the rocking chair could read
The thoughts from people's minds
What a story that it could tell
Time after time
But of the stories others never hear
And of the thought ones hold so dear
Oh, how I wished I could have read
My grandpa's mind


Well, I was born in a broken home
And I was tempted by things gone wrong
I had no visions of what the future
Held in store
Just a baby barely three
When my granddaddy came to me
To rock me in the rocking chair
That don′t rock no more

Well, if the rocking chair could read
The thoughts from people′s minds
What a story that it could tell
Time after time
But of the stories others never hear
And of the thought ones hold so dear
Oh, how I wished I could have read
My grandpa's mind

Granddaddy lived the Christian way
Through his goodness he portrayed
He liked to sit and gather his thoughts
On the hardwood porch
He′d sit for hours and rock
And pay no attention to the time on the clock
As he rocked me in the rocking chair
That don't rock no more


Well, if the rocking chair could read
The thoughts from people′s minds
What a story that it could tell
Time after time
But of the stories others never hear
And of the thought ones hold so dear
Oh, how I wished I could have read
My grandpa's mind

As he rocked me in the rocking chair
That don′t rock no more
Don't rock no more