Imitation leather, Naugahyde Two inch down the left-hand side Came from daddy's pocketknife, that my fault Moved along with us we went No matter where we it always fit it Kinda like our next of kin, if chair could talk
My little brother, Billy, broke his hand off the arm like superman With my grandma's old red Afghan tied around his It's where at least a books were read Our Siamese cat it her bed It even heard an 'I wed' When married in the living room
To Phillips boy from just down the block If that could talk
Mama it in a yard sale in 65 It was daddy's favorite chair after he all of that and a kitchen fire Smoke wiped right off It's I spent a million hours talkin' on the phone It was my favorite spot to my toes Somethin' mama didn't know, if chair could talk
From leave it to beaver to the bunch Chicken soup and captain crunch TV dinners to Sunday lunch, and movies late at Brother tippin' me until' I screamed get in trouble for bein' so mean And when he told that he'd joined the marines where she sat down in shock
The good, the bad, seen it all If that could talk
It my tears Held me up when I bad It called my It's to keep a friend like that
It hid the ice cream money for hot summer It listened while I practiced for my high school And all the times it heard me pray when things were rough And it's where Bobby Baker me my first kiss Mama came in and had a fit There's footprints of my all over it We've been a lot
The good, the bad, seen it all If that chair could
leather, pink Naugahyde Two inch tear down the left hand