Mama's Rockin' Chair Songtext
von John Conlee

When i think of my childhood d daysgrowing e up in the small town a usa
The fondest of my d many e memories is that a front porch rocking d chair
And e all of us children a gathered there
Waiting our turn to d climb up on mama′s e knee
D with her imagination,{a} around the world she'd take us
With the d stories of the places she e knew we′d never see


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In mamas d rocking chair, she could a take us anywhere
To a e tropical island, or a snow covered mountain, or a a desert caravan
We sailed the ocean, we d climbed the ifle tower, we went a a million miles an hour
We traveled e everywhere, in mamas a rocking chair
A ive got a wife and some kids of my d own
Every e saturday morning they sit at a home
Gathered around their d eyes glued to the e screen
D around the world they a go in living color and stereo
But they may d never get to know, the thrill e imagination brings
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