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Introducción:
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There's an old rockin' chair spreading memories everywhere
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On that old home porch across from Tipple's store.
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You can see where the wood is worn, where my granddaddy rested his arm
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As he rocked me in that rockin' chair that don't rock no more.
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I was horn in a broken home, I was blinded by things gone wrong.
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Had no vision of what the future held in store.
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Just a baby barely three, when my granddaddy came for me
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To rock me in the rockin' chair that don't rock no more.
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If that old rockin' chair could read, the thoughts from people's mind
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Oh the stories it could tell time after time.
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Stories others never hear, of the thoughts one holds so dear.
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Oh how I wish I coulda read my grandpa's mind.
Verse
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Granddaddy lived the Christian way, truth and goodness he portrayed.
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He loved to gather his thoughts as he rocked on the hardwood floor
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And while he?s sit and rock, he paid no mind to the time on the clock.
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And rocked me in the rockin' chair that don't rock no more.
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If that old rockin' chair could read, the thoughts from people's mind
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Oh the stories it could tell time after time.
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Stories others never hear, of the thoughts one holds so dear.
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Oh how I wish I coulda read my grandpa's mind.
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As he rocked me in the rockin' chair that don't rock no more, don?t rock no more.