Red Rocking Chair - Doc & Merle Watson, T. Michael Coleman

Pull back the curtain

Let me see the sun

It’s been like a long rainy day

I slave and I try but you grumble and you cry

And we can’t live together this a-way, lord lord

And we can’t live together this a-way

I set you in the shade

Give you every dime I made

What can a poor boy do?

Yes I work every day and you threw it all away

I just can’t make a living for you, lord lord

And I can’t make a living for you

I’ve got no use for the red rocking chair

I’ve got no sugar, baby, now

And since she’s been gone I sing this lonesome song

Got no one to rock the cradle for me now, lord lord

Got no one to rock the cradle for me now