If That Chair Could Talk Lyrics - Singles - Rachel Proctor

Imitation leather, pink Naugahyde 

Two inch tear down the left-hand side 

Came from daddy's pocketknife, that wasn't my fault 

Moved along with us everywhere we went 

No matter where we lived it always fit it 

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 old red Afghan tied around his neck 

It's 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 in a yard sale in 65 

It was daddy's favorite chair after he retired 

Survived all of that and a kitchen fire 

Smoke stains wiped right off 

It's where I spent a million hours talkin' on the phone 

It was my favorite spot to polish my toes 

Somethin' mama didn't know, if that chair could talk 

From leave it to beaver to the Brady bunch 

Chicken noodle soup and captain 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 called 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 

There's 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