Imitation leather, pink Two inch tear down the left-hand Came from daddy's pocketknife, wasn't my fault along with us everywhere we went No matter where we lived it fit it Kinda like our of kin, if that 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 thousand books read Our cat made it her bed It heard an 'I thee wed' When married in the living room
To that boy from just down the block If that chair could
Mama bought it in a yard in 65 It was daddy's favorite chair he retired Survived all of that and a fire stains wiped right off It's where I spent a million hours on the phone It was my favorite spot to my toes mama didn't know, if that chair could talk
From leave it to beaver to the Brady Chicken noodle and captain crunch TV to Sunday lunch, and movies late at night Brother tippin' me until' I screamed get in trouble for bein' so mean And when he mama that he'd joined the marines It's where she sat in shock
The good, the bad, seen it all If that chair could
It caught my Held me up I felt bad It called my It's good to keep a like that
It hid the ice cream money for hot summer 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 could talk
Imitation leather, pink Two inch down the left hand side