Chords for Old Rocking Chair Mac Wiseman

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_ _ Sitting _ alone [B] in an old rocking chair, I saw an old mother _ [E] with silvery hair.
She seemed so [E] neglected _ [A] by those who [F#m] should dare,
[B] _ Rocking alone in an old rocking [E] chair. _ _
_ Her hands were all [B] calloused, wrinkled and old,
A life of hard work was [E] the story they told.
I thought of angels [A] as I saw her there,
[B] _ Rocking alone in that old rocking [E] chair. _ _
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_ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
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_ _ [B] _ [E] Bless her old heart, [B] do you think she'd complain?
Life had been bitter, but [E] she'd live it again,
And carry the cross that [A]
is more [F#m] than her share,
[B] _ Rocking alone _ in that old [E] rocking chair.
_ _ It wouldn't take much [B] to gladden her heart,
Just some small remembrance [E] on somebody's heart,
_ A letter would brighten [A]
her empty [F#m] life,
_ _ [B] _ Rocking alone in that old rocking [E] _ _
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_ [A] _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _ [B] _
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[E] _ _ _ _ chair.
I know of some kids in an orphan's home,
Who'd think they owned heaven if [E] she was their own.
They'd never be willing [A] to let her [F#m] sit there,
[B] _
_ Rocking alone in that old rocking [E] chair.
_ _ _ I look at her [B] and I think, what a shame,
The one that forgot her, [E] she still was the same.
I think of angels [A] as I [F#m] see her there,
_ [B] _
Rocking alone in that old rocking [E] chair. _ _ _ _ _
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