Rocking Alone In an Old Rocking Chair by the Everly Brothers Chords
Tempo:
109.4 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
Ab
Dm
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Sitting alone in [Dm] an old [Fm] rocking chair, I saw an old mother [Eb] with silvery hair.
She seemed so neglected [Ab] by those who [Ab] should care.
[Bb]
Rocking alone in an old [Eb] rocking chair, Her hands were all calloused [Bb] and wrinkled and old.
A life of hard work [Eb] was the story they told, [Eb] And I thought of angels [Ab] as I saw her there.
[Bb] Rocking alone in an old [Eb] rocking chair, Bless her, old heart, do [Bb] you think she'd complain?
Though life has been bitter, [Eb] she'd live it again, And carry that cross that [Ab] is more than her share.
[Bb]
Rocking alone in an old rocking [Eb] chair, It wouldn't take much just [Bb] to gladden her heart.
Just some small remembrance [Eb] on somebody's part, A letter would brighten [Ab] her empty life there.
[Bb] Rocking alone in an old [Eb] rocking chair, I know some youngsters [Bb] in an orphan's home
Who'd think they owned hell [Eb] unless she birthed their own.
They'd never be willing [Ab] to let her sit there, [Bb]
Rocking alone in an old rocking [Eb] chair.
I look at her [Bb] and I think, what a shame, The ones who forgot her [Eb] she loves just the same.
And I think of [Bb] angels as [Ab] I see her there, Rocking alone in an old [Eb] rocking chair.
She seemed so neglected [Ab] by those who [Ab] should care.
[Bb]
Rocking alone in an old [Eb] rocking chair, Her hands were all calloused [Bb] and wrinkled and old.
A life of hard work [Eb] was the story they told, [Eb] And I thought of angels [Ab] as I saw her there.
[Bb] Rocking alone in an old [Eb] rocking chair, Bless her, old heart, do [Bb] you think she'd complain?
Though life has been bitter, [Eb] she'd live it again, And carry that cross that [Ab] is more than her share.
[Bb]
Rocking alone in an old rocking [Eb] chair, It wouldn't take much just [Bb] to gladden her heart.
Just some small remembrance [Eb] on somebody's part, A letter would brighten [Ab] her empty life there.
[Bb] Rocking alone in an old [Eb] rocking chair, I know some youngsters [Bb] in an orphan's home
Who'd think they owned hell [Eb] unless she birthed their own.
They'd never be willing [Ab] to let her sit there, [Bb]
Rocking alone in an old rocking [Eb] chair.
I look at her [Bb] and I think, what a shame, The ones who forgot her [Eb] she loves just the same.
And I think of [Bb] angels as [Ab] I see her there, Rocking alone in an old [Eb] rocking chair.
Key:
Eb
Bb
Ab
Dm
Fm
Eb
Bb
Ab
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Sitting _ alone in [Dm] an old [Fm] rocking chair, I saw an old mother [Eb] with _ silvery hair.
She seemed so neglected [Ab] by those who [Ab] should care.
[Bb] _
_ Rocking alone in an old [Eb] rocking chair, _ _ _ Her hands were all calloused [Bb] and _ wrinkled and old.
A life of hard work [Eb] was the story they told, [Eb] And I thought of angels [Ab] as I saw her there.
[Bb] _ _ Rocking alone in an old [Eb] rocking chair, _ _ _ Bless her, old heart, do [Bb] you think she'd complain?
_ Though life has been bitter, [Eb] she'd live it again, And carry that cross that [Ab] is more than her share.
[Bb] _
Rocking alone in an old rocking [Eb] chair, _ _ _ It wouldn't take much just [Bb] to gladden her heart.
Just some small remembrance [Eb] on _ _ somebody's part, A letter would brighten [Ab] her empty life there.
[Bb] _ Rocking alone in an old [Eb] rocking chair, _ _ _ _ I know some youngsters [Bb] in an orphan's home
Who'd think they owned hell [Eb] unless she birthed their own.
They'd never be willing [Ab] to let her sit there, [Bb] _
_ Rocking alone in an old rocking [Eb] chair.
_ _ _ _ I look at her [Bb] and I think, what a shame, The ones who forgot her [Eb] she loves just the same.
And I think of [Bb] angels as [Ab] I see her there, _ _ Rocking alone in an old [Eb] rocking chair. _
_ _ Sitting _ alone in [Dm] an old [Fm] rocking chair, I saw an old mother [Eb] with _ silvery hair.
She seemed so neglected [Ab] by those who [Ab] should care.
[Bb] _
_ Rocking alone in an old [Eb] rocking chair, _ _ _ Her hands were all calloused [Bb] and _ wrinkled and old.
A life of hard work [Eb] was the story they told, [Eb] And I thought of angels [Ab] as I saw her there.
[Bb] _ _ Rocking alone in an old [Eb] rocking chair, _ _ _ Bless her, old heart, do [Bb] you think she'd complain?
_ Though life has been bitter, [Eb] she'd live it again, And carry that cross that [Ab] is more than her share.
[Bb] _
Rocking alone in an old rocking [Eb] chair, _ _ _ It wouldn't take much just [Bb] to gladden her heart.
Just some small remembrance [Eb] on _ _ somebody's part, A letter would brighten [Ab] her empty life there.
[Bb] _ Rocking alone in an old [Eb] rocking chair, _ _ _ _ I know some youngsters [Bb] in an orphan's home
Who'd think they owned hell [Eb] unless she birthed their own.
They'd never be willing [Ab] to let her sit there, [Bb] _
_ Rocking alone in an old rocking [Eb] chair.
_ _ _ _ I look at her [Bb] and I think, what a shame, The ones who forgot her [Eb] she loves just the same.
And I think of [Bb] angels as [Ab] I see her there, _ _ Rocking alone in an old [Eb] rocking chair. _