Doc Watson - That Old Wooden Rocker Lyrics
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- That Old Wooden Rocker Lyrics
Album: THAT OLD WOODEN ROCKER There it stands by the fire with it's back to the wall That old wooden rocker, so stately and tall With naught to disturb it but dusting of broom And no one to use it in that parlor room Chorus As she sat by the fire, she would rock, rock, rock And she heard but the tick of the old grand clock Eighty years has she sat in that chair, prim and tall That old wooden rocker that stands by the wall How well I still remember in days that are gone by How we stood by that rocker, my sister and I And we listened to the stories that grandma would tell As she sat in the rocker that we all loved so well If the chair could but speak, oh the tales it would tell How my poor aged grandpa, in his battle, fell Beneath the stars and the stripes, he fought bravely and true He cherished his freedom beneath the red white and blue Chorus Now grandma is dead, all the stories are done All the children have followed her, yes one by one They have all gone to meet her in the sweet by and by And all that is left is my sister and I Chorus
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