Gee. Having been a onetime aquaintance of Peter Stampfel and having hung out at Mother Blues, The Poison Apple and Fickle Pickle in Chicago in the early sixties; MY version of Red Rockin' Chair goes thusly:

Red Rockin' Chair

Ain't got no use for your red rockin' chair
Got me no honey baby now.
Got me no sugar baby now.

Who'll rock the cradle, who'll sing the song
Who'll rock the cradle when you're gone?
Who'll rock the cradle when you're gone?

It's I'll rock the cradle and I'll sing the song
I'll rock the cradle when you're gone.
I'll rock the cradle when you're gone .

You laid in the shade spending every dime I made
What more can a poor boy do?
What more can a poor boy do?

It's all I can do just to stay here with you
Can't go on alivin' thisaway.
Can't go on alivin' thisaway.

It's all I can do, it's all I can say
Take you to your moma next pay day.
I'll take you to your moma next pay day.

Ain't got no use for your red rockin' chair.
Got me no honey baby now.
Got me no sugar baby now.

I think it might be a cobbled amalgam of what I heard (with my very own ears!) folkies in those clubs playing and singing. I play it on the five string in Gm modal and play it alot down here in Franklin county

I don't recall ever hearing it on a record or CD.

A friend of mine played it as Red Apple Juice but I didn't think that made much sense. Course neither does Red Rockin' Chair, come to think of it.

CB