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