Rockin` Alone in An Old Rockin` Chair — текст песни (Dean Martin)

(Bob Miller)

(Rockin` alone in an old rockin` chair.)

Sittin` alone in an old rockin` chair
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
She seemed so neglected by those who should care
Rockin` alone in an old rockin` chair.
(Rockin` alone in an old rockin` chair.)

Her hands were caloused and wrinckled and old
A life of hard work was the story they told
And I`ve thought of angels as I saw her there
Rockin` alone in an old rockin` chair.

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(Rockin` alone in an old rockin` chair.)

Bless her old heart do you think she`d complain
Though life has been bitter she`d live it again
And carry the cross that is more than her share
Rockin` alone in an old rockin` chair.

Rockin` alone in an old rockin` chair...