That Old Wooden Rocker Lyrics - Doc Watson

There it stands by the fire with it's back to the wall 

That old wooden rocker, so stately and tall 

With naught to disturb it but dusting of broom 

And no one to use it in that parlor room 

As she sat by the fire, she would rock, rock, rock 

And she heard but the tick of the old grand clock 

Eighty years has she sat in that chair, grim and tall 

That old wooden rocker that stands by the wall 

How well I still remember in days that are gone by 

How we stood by that rocker, my sister and I 

And we'd listened to the stories that grandma would tell 

As she sat in the rocker that we all loved so well 

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If the chair could but speak, oh, the tales it would tell 

How my poor aged grandpa in his battle fell 

'Neath the stars and the stripes, he fought bravely and true 

He cherished his freedom 'neath the red white and blue 

As she sat by the fire, she would rock, rock, rock 

And she heard but the tick of the old grand clock 

Eighty years has she sat in that chair, grim and tall 

That old wooden rocker that stands by the wall 

Now grandma is dead, all the stories are done 

All the children have followed her, yes, one by one 

They have all gone to meet her in the sweet by and by 

And all that is left is my sister and I 

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As she sat by the fire, she would rock, rock, rock 

And she heard but the tick of the old grand clock 

Eighty years has she sat in that chair, grim and tall 

That old wooden rocker that stands by the wall