Imitation leather, pink Two inch tear down the left-hand Came from daddy's pocketknife, 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 talk
My brother, Billy, broke his left hand off the arm like superman With my grandma's old red Afghan around his neck It's where at least a books were read Our Siamese cat it her bed It even heard an 'I wed' When sister married in the living
To Phillips boy from just down the block If that chair could
Mama it in a yard sale in 65 It was daddy's favorite chair after he Survived all of and a kitchen fire stains wiped right off It's where I spent a hours talkin' on the phone It was my favorite spot to polish my Somethin' didn't know, if that chair could talk
From leave it to beaver to the Brady Chicken noodle soup and crunch TV dinners to lunch, and movies late at night Brother tippin' me until' I screamed He'd get in trouble for so mean And he told mama that he'd joined the marines where she sat down in shock
The good, the bad, it's it all If that could talk
It caught my Held me up I felt bad It called my It's good to keep a friend 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 things were goin' rough And where Bobby Baker gave me my first kiss Mama in and nearly had a fit There's footprints of my life all it We've been a lot
The good, the bad, it's it all If chair could talk
Imitation leather, pink Two tear down the left hand side