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