Tom: D
D G D
There's an old rockin' chair castin' memories everywhere
A
On that old home porch across from Tipple's store.
D
You can see where the arm is worn
G D
Where my granddaddy rested his arm
A D
In that old rockin' chair that don't rock no more.
G D
If the rockin' chair could read the thoughts from people's minds,
A
Oh the stories it would tell time after time.
D
Stories others never hear.
G D
Of the thought s one holds so dear.
A D
Oh how I wish I could've read my grandpa's mind.
D G D
I was horn in a broken home, I was blinded by things gone wrong.
A
I had no vision of what the future held in store.
D
Just a baby barely three
G D
When my granddaddy came to me
A D
To rock me in the rockin' chair that don't rock no more.
Chorus
D G D
Granddaddy lived the Christian way, truth and goodness he portrayed.
A
He loved to gather his thoughts as he rocked on the hardwood porch.
D
Yes he loved to sit and rock.
G D
Payin' no attention to the time on the clock.
A D
And rocked me in the rockin' chair that don't rock no more.
