Rocking Chair

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There's an old rockin' chair 
                   D
castin' memories everywhere
On that old home porch across from 
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Tipple's store.
D
You can see where the arm is worn
      G                        D
Where my granddaddy rested his arm
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In that old rockin' chair that 
          D
don't rock no more.

G                                 
If the rockin' chair could read 
  D
the thoughts from people's minds,
Oh the stories it would tell time 
      A
after time.
D
Stories others never hear.
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Of the thought s one holds so dear.
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Oh how I wish I could've read my 
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grandpa's mind.

D                              G 
I was horn in a broken home, I 
                         D
was blinded by things gone wrong.
I had no vision of what the future 
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held in store.
D
Just a baby barely three
     G                     D
When my granddaddy came to me
                          A        
To rock me in the rockin' chair 
                D
that don't rock no more.


Chorus

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Granddaddy lived the Christian 
            G             
way, truth and goodness he 
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portrayed.
He loved to gather his thoughts as 
                          A
he rocked on the hardwood porch.
D
Yes he loved to sit and rock.
       G                           
Payin' no attention to the time on 
    D
the clock.
                             A     
And rocked me in the rockin' chair 
                   D
that don't rock no more.