Текст John Conlee – Mama’s Rockin’ Chair
Текст:
When I think of my childhood days
Growing up in the small town USA
The fondest of my many memories
Is that a front porch rocking chair
Waiting our turn to climb up on mama’s knee
With her imagination, around the world she’d take us
With the stories of the places she knew we’d never see
In mama’s rockin’ chair she could a take us anywhere
To a tropical island or a snow covered mountain or a desert caravan
We sailed the ocean and climbed the Eiffel tower
We went a million miles an hour
We traveled everywhere in mamas a rocking chair
I’ve got a wife and some kids of my own
Every Saturday morning they sit at a home
Gathered around, their eyes glued to the screen
Around the world they go in living color and stereo
But they may never get to know the thrill imagination brings
In mama’s rockin’ chair she could a take us anywhere
To a tropical island or a snow covered mountain or a desert caravan
We sailed the ocean and climbed the Eiffel tower
We went a million miles an hour
We traveled everywhere in mamas a rocking chair
In mama’s rocking chair she could a take us anywhere
To a tropical island or a snow covered mountain or a desert caravan
We sailed the ocean and climbed the Eiffel tower
We went a million miles an hour
Альбом
John Conlee – American Faces
