Dean Martin - Rockin' Alone (In an Old Rockin’ Chair) lyrics
[Dean Martin - Rockin' Alone In an Old Rockin’ Chair lyrics]
Sitting alone in an old rocking chair
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
She seemed so neglected
But those who should care
Rockin' alone in an old rocking chair
Her hands were callused and wrinkled and old
A life of hard work was the story they told
And I thought of angles as I saw her there
Rockin' alone in an old rocking chair
Bless her old heart
Do you think she'd complain
Though life has been bitter
She'd live it again and carry that cross
That is more than her share
Rockin' alone in an rocking chair
Rockin' alone in an rocking chair
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
She seemed so neglected
But those who should care
Rockin' alone in an old rocking chair
Her hands were callused and wrinkled and old
A life of hard work was the story they told
And I thought of angles as I saw her there
Rockin' alone in an old rocking chair
Bless her old heart
Do you think she'd complain
Though life has been bitter
She'd live it again and carry that cross
That is more than her share
Rockin' alone in an rocking chair
Rockin' alone in an rocking chair