in an old rocking chair I saw an old mother with silvery hair She seemed so neglected by those who should care Rocking alone in an old rocking chair
old rocking chair groans. Dim eyes have lost their curious glow, That old chair keeps rockin' - Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, But there's never anywhere For that old rocking chair
in an old rockin' chair I saw an old mother with silvery hair She seemed so neglected by those who should care Rocking alone in an old rockin' chair
an old rockin' chair I saw an old mother with silvery hair She seemed so neglected by those who should care rocking alone in an old rockin' chair Her
Translation: Eve. Rocking Alone (In An Old Rocking Chair).
Translation: Everly Brothers. Rocking Alone (In An Old Rocking Chair).
Translation: Snow, Hank. Rocking Along In An Old Rockin' Chair.
Translation: Unknown. Rocking Alone In An Old Rocking Chair.
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
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
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 Her hands
Blessings in life to the children, they say "Life is like five days" Words of a old man with silver hair in his wheel chair His eyes were bloody while
Aiyyo Bido, drop that shit Yeah, heh heh Back in the South Park, six o'clock on the dot Checkin on my old rock spot I seen the same old set Heh, the
mattress And if the brain splatters, don't matter, that's what we practice Blast the rocket, knock off your leg Tear through your forearm Sit you in a chair
Verse One: I met this girl, when I was ten years old And what I loved most she had so much soul She was old school, when I was just a shorty Never knew
rain My overcoat is worn The pockets are all torn I'm moving away from the pain Tick-tock The clock on the wall No wonder we're losing time Ring, ring The old
I convince myself I need another And for a minute it gets easier to pretend That you were just some lover When I'm pipe and slippers and rocking chair
These are the golden years Well I think it's time we catch them in We sit in our rocking chairs and We talk about the good old days, cause (chorus)