Rocking Chair Songtext
von Cayouche

There′s an old rockin' chair castin′ memories everywhere
On that old home porch across from Tipple's store
You can see where the arm is worn
Where my granddaddy rested his arm
In that old rockin' chair that don′t rock no more

If the rockin′ chair could read the thoughts from people's minds
Oh the stories it would tell time after time
Stories others never hear
Of the thought s one holds so dear
Oh how I wish I could′ve read my grandpa's mind


I was horn in a broken home, I was blinded by things gone wrong
I had no vision of what the future held in store
Just a baby barely three
When my granddaddy came to me
To rock me in the rockin′ chair that don't rock no more

If the rockin′ chair could read the thoughts from people's minds
Oh the stories it would tell time after time
Stories others never hear
Of the thought s one holds so dear
Oh how I wish I could've read my grandpa′s mind

Granddaddy lived the Christian way, truth and goodness he portrayed
He loved to gather his thoughts as he rocked on the hardwood porch
Yes he loved to sit and rock
Payin′ no attention to the time on the clock
And rocked me in the rockin' chair that don′t rock no more