E                                      A              E
There's an old rockin' chair spreading memories everywhere
                                            B7
On that old home porch across from Tipple's store.
        E                                     A                    E
You can see where the wood is worn, where my granddaddy rested his arm
                                B7                        E
As he rocked me in that rockin' chair that don't rock no more.

E                                    A                    E
I was born in a broken home, I was blinded by things gone wrong.
                                           B7
Had no vision of what the future held in store.
        E                                     A       E 
Just a baby barely three, when my granddaddy came for me
                          B7                        E       E7 
To rock me in the rockin' chair that don't rock no more.


[Chorus]
            A                              E
If that old rockin' chair could read, the thoughts from people's mind
                                        B7  
Oh the stories it could tell time after time.
E                                 A                     E
Stories others never hear, of the thoughts one holds so dear.
                       B7                E
Oh how I wish I coulda read my grandpa's mind.


[Verse]

E                                             A              E
Granddaddy lived the Christian way, truth and goodness he portrayed.
                                                             B7
He loved to gather his thoughts as he rocked on the hardwood floor
    E                                   A                       E 
And while he’s sit and rock, he paid no mind to the time on the clock.
                             B7                       E       E7
And rocked me in the rockin' chair that don't rock no more.


[Chorus]
            A                              E
If that old rockin' chair could read, the thoughts from people's mind
                                        B7  
Oh the stories it could tell time after time.
E                                 A                     E
Stories others never hear, of the thoughts one holds so dear.
                       B7                E
Oh how I wish I coulda read my grandpa's mind.
                               B7                       E           A       E
As he rocked me in the rockin' chair that don't rock no more, don’t rock no more.