Rockin’ Chair The Mills Brothers

Old rocking chair's got me, my cane by my side
Fetch me that gin, son, 'fore I tan your hide
Can't get from this cabin, goin' nowhere
Just set me here grabbin' at the flies 'round this rocking chair

My dear, old aunt Harriet, in Heaven she be
Send me sweet chariot, for the end of the trouble I see
Old rocking chair gets it, judgment day is here
Chained to my rocking chair

Old rocking chair's got me, son
(Rocking chair got you father)
And my cane by my side
(Yes, your cane by your side)

Now fetch me that old gin, son
(Ain't got no gin, father)
'Fore I tan your hide, now
(You're gonna tan my hide)

You know, I can't get from this old cabin
(What cabin? Joking)
And I ain't goin' nowhere
(Why ain't you goin' nowhere?)

Well, just sittin' me here grabbin'
(Grabbin')
At these flies 'round this old rocking chair
(Rocking chair)