Sitting alone in an old rockin' chair
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I saw an old mother with silvery hair
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She seemed so neglected by those who should care
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Rocking alone in an old rockin' chair
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Her hands were caloused and wrinckled and old
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A life full of hard work was the story they told
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And I've thought of angels as I saw her there
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Rocking alone in an old rockin' chair
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Bless her old heart do you think she'd complain
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Though life has been bitter she'd live it again
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And carry that cross that is more than her share
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Rocking alone in an old rockin' chair
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[ piano ]
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(It wouldn't take much just to gladden her heart
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Just some small re-embrace on somebody's heart)
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A letter would brighten her empty life there
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Rocking alone in an old rockin' chair
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I know some youngsters in an orphan's home
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Would think they owned heaven if she were their own
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They'd never be willing till let her sit there
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Rocking alone in an old rockin' chair
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I look at her and I think what a shame
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The ones who forgot her she loves just the same
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And I think of angels as I see her there
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Rocking alone in an old rockin' chair
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Rocking alone in an old rockin' chair
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Rocking Alone In An Old Rockin' Chair
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| Hank Snow |
