Imitation leather, pink Two inch down the left-hand side Came from daddy's pocketknife, that my fault Moved along with us everywhere we No matter we lived it always fit it Kinda like our next of kin, if that chair could
My little brother, Billy, broke his hand Jumpin' off the arm superman With my grandma's old red Afghan tied his neck where at least a thousand books were read Our cat made it her bed It even heard an 'I thee When sister married in the room
To that Phillips boy from just the block If chair could talk
bought it in a yard sale in 65 It was daddy's chair after he retired all of that and a kitchen fire Smoke stains wiped off It's I spent a million hours talkin' on the phone It was my spot to polish my toes Somethin' mama didn't know, if that could talk
From leave it to to the Brady bunch Chicken noodle soup and captain TV dinners to Sunday lunch, and movies at night Brother tippin' me until' I screamed He'd get in trouble for so mean And when he told mama that he'd the marines It's where she sat down in
The good, the bad, seen it all If that chair talk
It caught my me up when I felt bad It my fears good to keep a friend like that
It hid the ice cream for hot summer days It listened while I for my high school play And all the times it heard me pray when were goin' rough And it's Bobby Baker gave me my first kiss Mama came in and had a fit footprints of my life all over it We've been a lot
The good, the bad, seen it all If that chair could
Imitation leather, pink Two inch tear the left hand side