Imitation leather, pink Two inch tear down the side Came from pocketknife, that wasn't my fault Moved along with us everywhere we No where we lived it always fit it Kinda like our next of kin, if that could talk
My little brother, Billy, broke his left Jumpin' off the arm like With my grandma's old red Afghan tied around his It's where at a thousand books were read Our Siamese cat it her bed It even heard an 'I thee When sister in the living room
To that Phillips boy from just down the If that chair could
Mama it in a yard sale in 65 It was daddy's favorite after he retired Survived all of 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 Somethin' mama didn't know, if chair could talk
From leave it to beaver to the bunch Chicken noodle soup and crunch TV dinners to Sunday lunch, and movies late at Brother tippin' me backwards until' I He'd get in trouble for bein' so And when he told that he'd joined the marines It's she sat down in shock
The good, the bad, it's it all If chair could talk
It caught my Held me up when I bad It called my 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 where Bobby Baker gave me my first Mama came in and had a fit footprints of my life all over it We've through a lot
The good, the bad, it's it all If that could talk
Imitation leather, pink Two inch tear down the hand side