And here's one sung by I don't remember but I love it: There's an old rocking chair Casting memories everywhere On the old home porch up across from Tipple's store. You can see where the arm is worn Where my granddaddy rested his arm In the old rocking chair that don't rock no more. (Chorus) If rocking chairs could read The thoughts from people's minds, The stories they would tell time after time. Yes the stories people never hear About the thoughts they hold so dear. How I wish I could have read my grandpa's mind.
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