Imitation leather, pink Two inch tear down the side Came from daddy's pocketknife, that wasn't my Moved along with us we went No matter we lived it always fit it like our next of kin, if that chair could talk
My little brother, Billy, broke his left off the arm like superman With my grandma's old red Afghan tied his neck where at least a thousand books were read Our Siamese cat it her bed It even heard an 'I wed' sister married in the living room
To that Phillips boy just down the block If that chair talk
Mama bought it in a yard in 65 It was daddy's favorite chair he retired all of that and a kitchen fire Smoke stains wiped off It's where I spent a million hours on the phone It was my favorite spot to polish my mama didn't know, if that chair could talk
From leave it to beaver to the bunch noodle soup and captain crunch TV to Sunday lunch, and movies late at night Brother tippin' me backwards I screamed He'd get in for bein' so mean And when he mama that he'd joined the marines It's she sat down in shock
The good, the bad, seen it all If that chair talk
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 days It listened while I practiced for my high play And all the times it heard me pray when things goin' rough And where Bobby Baker gave me my first kiss came in and nearly had a fit There's footprints of my all over it been through a lot
The good, the bad, it's it all If that chair talk
leather, pink Naugahyde Two inch tear down the left hand