Rockin' Alone - Dean Martin

Sittin' 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.

(Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair.)

Her hands were caloused and wrinckled and old

A life of hard work was the story they told

And I’ve thought of angels as I saw her there

Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair.

(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.

Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair…