Cayouche - Rocking chair

^DThere's an old rockin' chair c^Gastin' memories everyw^Dhere On that old home porch across from Tipple's ^Astore. ^DYou can see where the arm is worn Where ^Gmy granddaddy rested his ^Darm In that old rockin' ^Achair that don't rock no ^Dmore.

^GIf the rockin' chair could read the ^Dthoughts from people's minds, Oh the stories it would tell time after ^Atime. ^DStories others never hear. Of the ^Gthought s one holds so ^Ddear. Oh how I wish I could've ^Aread my grandpa's ^Dmind.

^DI was horn in a broken home, I ^Gwas blinded by things gone ^Dwrong. I had no vision of what the future held in ^Astore. ^DJust a baby barely three When ^Gmy granddaddy came to ^Dme To rock me in the rockin' ^Achair that don't rock no ^Dmore.

^DGranddaddy lived the Christian way, truth and ^Ggoodness he port^Drayed. He loved to gather his thoughts as he rocked on the hardwood ^Aporch. ^DYes he loved to sit and rock. Payin' ^Gno attention to the time on the ^Dclock. And rocked me in the rockin' ^Achair that don't rock no ^Dmore.