Rockin' Alone In An Old Rockin' Chair
by Bob Miller
Written in 1932,
this song has enjoyed periodic revivals ever since. Bob
Miller was known for his creation during the twenties
and thirties of what he called "Main Street Music,"
which included a good deal of social commentary and a
number of "mother songs" like "My Mother's Tears" and
"Story Of A Dear Old Lady."
Rockin' Alone In An Old Rockin' Chair
Sitting alone in an old rockin' chair
I saw an old mother with silvery hair
She seemed so neglected by those who should care
Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair.
Her hands were all calloused and wrinkled and old
A life of hard work was the story they told
And I thought of angels as I saw her there
Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair.
Bless her old heart, do you think she'd complain?
Though life has been bitter, she'd live it again
And carry the cross that is more than her share
Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair.
It wouldn't take much just to gladden her heart
Just some small remembrance on somebody's part
A letter would brighten her empty life there
Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair.
I look at her and I think, "What a shame,
The ones who forgot her she loves just the same"
And I think of angels as I see her there
Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair.
