There' s an old rockin' chair castin' memories everywhere
On that old home porch across from Tipple's s tore.
Y ou can see where the arm is worn
Where m y granddaddy rested his a rm
In that old rockin' c hair that don't rock no m ore.
I f the rockin' chair could read the t houghts from people's minds
Oh the stories it would tell time after t ime.
S tories others never hear.
Of the t hought s one holds so d ear.
Oh how I wish I could've r ead my grandpa's m ind.
I was horn in a broken home I w as blinded by things gone w rong.
I had no vision of what the future held in s tore.
J ust a baby barely three
When m y granddaddy came to m e
To rock me in the rockin' c hair that don't rock no m ore.
G randdaddy lived the Christian way truth and g oodness he portr ayed.
He loved to gather his thoughts as he rocked on the hardwood p orch.
Y es he loved to sit and rock.
Payin' n o attention to the time on the c lock.
And rocked me in the rockin' c hair that don't rock no m ore.