Imitation leather, Naugahyde Two inch tear down the side Came from pocketknife, that wasn't my fault Moved along with us we went No matter we lived it always fit it Kinda our next of kin, if that chair could talk
My little brother, Billy, his left hand Jumpin' off the arm like my grandma's old red Afghan tied around his neck It's where at least a books were read Our cat made it her bed It heard an 'I thee wed' When sister in the living room
To that Phillips boy just down the block If that could talk
bought it in a yard sale in 65 It was favorite chair after he retired Survived all of that and a fire stains wiped right off It's where I spent a million hours talkin' on the It was my spot to polish my toes Somethin' didn't know, if that chair could talk
From leave it to beaver to the Brady Chicken noodle soup and captain TV dinners to lunch, and movies late at night tippin' me backwards until' I screamed He'd get in trouble for so mean And when he told mama he'd joined the marines It's where she sat down in
The good, the bad, seen it all If that could talk
It my tears Held me up when I bad It called my It's good to keep a friend that
It hid the ice cream for hot summer days It while I practiced for my high school play And all the times it heard me pray things were goin' rough And it's where Bobby Baker gave me my kiss came in and nearly had a fit There's footprints of my life all it been through a lot
The good, the bad, it's it all If that chair could
leather, pink Naugahyde Two inch tear down the left hand