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.