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Vocals und Lyrics - Mike Hartmann
Composition and all instruments - Mindmovie
Der Song ist unseren Großvätern gewidmet
R.I.P.
Composition and all instruments - Mindmovie
Der Song ist unseren Großvätern gewidmet
R.I.P.
Walking slowly home from working in the fields
Limpin and stare but the spirit never leaves
And at the end of every day you could find him sitting there
Alone in his old rocking chair
At 4 o clock each morning a new day would begin
The lines upon his face from his eternal grin
And at the end of each days hard work
You could find him sitting there
Alone in his old rocking chair
A lime green rocker That smelled of cigar
Telling a story of life on a farm
He taught us to love and he told us to care
From his usual position in that old rocking chair
He’s long gone now I am sitting there
All alone in my grandpa’s chair
A lime green rocker That smelled of cigar
Telling a story of life on a farm
He taught us to love and he told us to care
From his usual position in that old rocking chair
He’s long gone now I am sitting there
All alone in my grandpa’s chair
All alone in my grandpa’s chair
Limpin and stare but the spirit never leaves
And at the end of every day you could find him sitting there
Alone in his old rocking chair
At 4 o clock each morning a new day would begin
The lines upon his face from his eternal grin
And at the end of each days hard work
You could find him sitting there
Alone in his old rocking chair
A lime green rocker That smelled of cigar
Telling a story of life on a farm
He taught us to love and he told us to care
From his usual position in that old rocking chair
He’s long gone now I am sitting there
All alone in my grandpa’s chair
A lime green rocker That smelled of cigar
Telling a story of life on a farm
He taught us to love and he told us to care
From his usual position in that old rocking chair
He’s long gone now I am sitting there
All alone in my grandpa’s chair
All alone in my grandpa’s chair
