Rachel Proctor - If That Chair Could Talk lyrics

Imitation leather, pink naugahyde Two-inch tear down the left-hand side Came from my daddy's pocketknife, that wasn't my fault Moved along with us everywhere we went No matter where we lived it always fit in Kind of like a next of kin If that chair could talk My little brother, Billy, broke his left hand Jumping off the arm like Superman With my grandma's old 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 in 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 talking on the phone It was my favorite spot to polish my toes Something Mama didn't know If that chair could talk From Leave It to Beaver to The Brady Bunch Chicken noodle soup to Captain Crunch TV dinners to Sunday lunch, and movies late at night Brother tippin' me backward until I screamed He'd get in trouble for being so mean And when he told Mama 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 have a friend like that It hid the ice cream money for hot summer days Listened while I practiced for my high school plays And all the times it heard me pray When things were going rough 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.