2 Rocking Chairs - Jon Bellion

Yeah, I built them with my own 2 hands

I carved your name in one

And my name in the other

I built them with my own 2 hands

They’re over there, two rocking chairs

Leaves fall, rain dries

Snow melts, fame dies

Four words, simply

Grow old, with me

And when the day comes

When we can’t walk no more

We’ll have 2 seats, on my front porch

I’ll still call you young girl

So young girl, rock with me

Yeah, I built them with my own 2 hands

I carved your name in one

And my name in the other

I built them with my own 2 hands

They’re over there, two rocking chairs

No watch, no time

Just life and your eyes

Four words, simply

Grow old with me

And when the day comes

When we can’t walk no more

We’ll have 2 seats, on my front porch

I’ll still call you young girl

So young girl, rock with me

Yeah, I built them with my own 2 hands

I carved your name in one

And my name in the other

I built them with my own 2 hands

They’re over there, two rocking chairs

Rock, rock, rock, rock

Rock, rock, rock, rock

Just rock with me

Just rock with me