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If That Chair Could Talk Written by - Liz Rose & Mark Narmore From - Days Like This Imitation leather Pink naugahyde Two inch tear down the left hand side Came from Daddy's pocket knife That wasn't my fault Moved along with us everywhere we went No matter where we lived, it always fit in Kinda like our next of kin If that chair could talk My little brother Billy broke his left hand Jumpin' off the arm like Superman With my Grandma's ol' red afghan Tied around his neck Where at least a thousand books were read Our Siamese cat made it her bed It even heard an 'I thee wed' When sister married in the living room To that Phillips boy from just down the block If that chair could talk Mama bought it at a yard sale in '65 It was Daddy's favorite chair after he retired Survived all that and a kitchen fire Smoke stains rubbed right off Where I spent a million hours talkin' on the phone It was my favorite spot for polishin' my toes Somethin' Mama didn't know If that chair could talk From 'Leave It To Beaver' to 'The Brady Bunch' Chicken noodle soup to 'Cap'n Crunch' TV dinners to Sunday lunch And movies late at night Brother tippin' me backwards until I screamed He'd get in trouble for bein' so mean And when he told Mama that he'd joined the Marines It's where she sat down in shock The good, the bad It's seen it all If that chair could talk It caught my tears Held me up when I felt bad It calmed my fears It's good to keep a friend like that It hid the ice cream money for hot summer days It listened while I practiced for my high school play And all the times it heard me pray When things were goin' rough And it's where Bobby Baker gave me my first kiss Mama came in and nearly had a fit It has footprints of my life all over it We've been through a lot The good, the bad It's seen it all If that chair could talk Imitation leather Pink naugahyde Two inch tear down the left hand side ©Cake Taker Music / March Family Music / Sony/ATV Tree Publishing |