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 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, 
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 her bed 
It ever heard 'and 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 kitched fire, 
Smoke stains wiped right off 
It's where I spent a million hours talking on the phone 
It was my favorite place 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 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, 
Head 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, 
Listened while I practed for my high school play, 
And all the times it heard me pray, 
When things were going 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. 
 
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