Rockin' Alone (In an Old Rockin' Chair)

(Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair)

Sittin' alone in an old rockin' chair
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
She seemed so neglected, by those who should care

Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair
(Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair)

Her hands were calloused, and wrinkled and old
A life of hard work, was the story they told
And I thought of angels as I saw her there

Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair

(Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair)

Bless her old heart, do you think she'd complain?
Though life has been bitter, she'd live it again
And carry that cross that is more than her share

Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair
Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair



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Writer(s): Bob Miller
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