Imitation leather, pink Two inch tear down the side Came from daddy's pocketknife, that my fault along with us everywhere we went No matter where we lived it fit it Kinda like our next of kin, if that chair talk
My little brother, Billy, broke his left Jumpin' off the arm like With my old red Afghan tied around his neck It's where at a thousand books were read Our Siamese cat it her bed It even heard an 'I wed' When sister married in the room
To that boy from just down the block If that chair 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 stains wiped off It's where I spent a million hours talkin' on the It was my favorite to polish my toes mama didn't know, if that chair could talk
From leave it to beaver to the bunch Chicken noodle and captain crunch TV dinners to Sunday lunch, and movies late at tippin' me backwards until' I screamed He'd get in trouble for bein' so And he told mama that he'd joined the marines It's she sat down in shock
The good, the bad, it's it all If that chair talk
It my tears Held me up when I bad It my fears It's good to a friend like that
It hid the ice cream for hot summer days It listened while I practiced for my school play And all the it heard me pray when things were goin' rough And it's where Bobby gave me my first kiss Mama came in and had a fit footprints of my life all over it We've through a lot
The good, the bad, seen it all If that could talk
Imitation leather, Naugahyde Two inch tear down the hand side