Rocking Chair
Ton : DEnglish
There'Ds an old rockin' chair castin'G memories everywhere D
On that old home porch across from Tipple's sAtore.
YDou can see where the arm is worn
Where mGy granddaddy rested his aDrm
In that old rockin' cAhair that don't rock no mDore.
IGf the rockin' chair could read the tDhoughts from people's minds
Oh the stories it would tell time after tAime.
SDtories others never hear.
Of the tGhought s one holds so dDear.
Oh how I wish I could've rAead my grandpa's mDind.
ID was horn in a broken home I wGas blinded by things gone wDrong.
I had no vision of what the future held in sAtore.
JDust a baby barely three
When mGy granddaddy came to mDe
To rock me in the rockin' cAhair that don't rock no mDore.
GDranddaddy lived the Christian way truth and gGoodness he portrDayed.
He loved to gather his thoughts as he rocked on the hardwood pAorch.
YDes he loved to sit and rock.
Payin' nGo attention to the time on the cDlock.
And rocked me in the rockin' cAhair that don't rock no mDore.