Rockin‘ Alone (In An Old Rockin‘ Chair)

　　Rockin' Alone (In An Old Rockin' Chair) - Dean Martin

　　Rockin' alone in an old rockin' chair

　　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