Imitation leather, Naugahyde Two inch tear down the side Came daddy's pocketknife, that wasn't my fault Moved along us everywhere we went No where we lived it always fit it Kinda like our next of kin, if that chair could
My brother, Billy, broke his left hand Jumpin' off the arm superman With my grandma's old red tied around his neck It's where at a thousand books were read Our cat made it her bed It even heard an 'I thee sister married in the living room
To that boy from just down the block If that could talk
Mama bought it in a sale 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 a million hours talkin' on the phone It was my favorite to polish my toes Somethin' mama know, if that chair could talk
From leave it to beaver to the bunch Chicken soup and captain crunch TV to Sunday lunch, and movies late at night Brother tippin' me backwards until' I He'd get in trouble for bein' so And when he told mama that joined the marines where she sat down in shock
The good, the bad, it's it all If that chair could
It my tears Held me up I felt bad It called my It's good to keep a friend like
It hid the ice cream money for hot days It listened I practiced for my high school play And all the times it heard me pray when things were rough And it's where Bobby Baker gave me my first Mama in and nearly had a fit There's of my life all over it We've through a lot
The good, the bad, seen it all If that chair talk
Imitation leather, pink Two inch tear down the left side