Dean Martin — Rockin Alone In an Old Rockin Chair

Sitting alone in an old rocking chair I saw an old mother with silvery hair She seemed so neglected But those who should care Rockin' alone in an old rocking chair Her hands were callused And wrinkled and old A life of hard work Was the story they told And I thought of angles As I saw her there Rockin' alone in an old rocking chair Bless her old heart Do you think she'd complain Though life has been bitter She'd live it again And carry that cross That is more than her share Rockin' alone in an rocking chair Rockin' alone in an rocking chair