Jerry Jeff Walker - Rockin chair

^EThere's an old rockin' chair spreading ^Amemories everyw^Ehere On that old home porch across from Tipple's ^B7store. You can ^Esee where the wood is worn, where my g^Aranddaddy rested his ^Earm As he rocked me in that rockin' ^B7chair that don't rock no m^Eore.

^EI was born in a broken home, I was bl^Ainded by things gone ^Ewrong. Had no vision of what the future held in st^B7ore. Just a b^Eaby barely three, when my granddaddy c^Aame for ^Eme To rock me in the rockin' ^B7chair that don't rock no m^Eore. ^E7

If that old ^Arockin' chair could read, the t^Ehoughts from people's mind Oh the stories it could tell time after ^B7time. ^EStories others never hear, of the ^Athoughts one holds so ^Edear. Oh how I wish I coulda ^B7read my grandpa's ^Emind.

^EGranddaddy lived the Christian way, truth and ^Agoodness he por^Etrayed. He loved to gather his thoughts as he rocked on the hardwood ^B7floor And ^Ewhile he’s sit and rock, he paid no ^Amind to the time on the ^Eclock. And rocked me in the rockin' ^B7chair that don't rock no ^Emore. ^E7

If that old ^Arockin' chair could read, the t^Ehoughts from people's mind Oh the stories it could tell time after ^B7time. ^EStories others never hear, of the ^Athoughts one holds so ^Edear. Oh how I wish I coulda ^B7read my grandpa's ^Emind. As he rocked me in the rockin' ^B7chair that don't rock no ^Emore, don’t ^Arock no ^Emore.