Letras
She said, get rid of that chair, it's scary to sit in
But it has a comfortable squeak, like it knows where you've been
It lays a little sideways, one leg shorter than the rest
Looks like it survived a bar fight, and somehow passed the test
She said, that thing's been here since the war, it groans like it's in pain
I said, that ain't a groan, baby, that's a back porch summer rain
That chair held my granddad's stories, held my guitar at night
Tell me when the world got heavy, and nothing felt quite right
It pinches if you shift too quick, and it rocks if you don't sit flat
But it sings when the house is quiet, that old familiar prayer
She said, we'll find something modern, smooth like brand new foam
That chair knows every heartbreak that's ever walked through this home
So I dragged it to the roadside, set it by the trash at noon
Watched the sun hit that cracked up wood, like it was fading too soon
The porch felt wide and empty, the silence loud and clear
Even the floorboards missed that crooked souvenir
That night I couldn't sleep at all, the house didn't sound the same
No comfortable squeak in the door, just a hollow calling my name
So I slipped on boots at midnight, ran down that gravel lane
Thank God nobody took it, thank God for a little rain
I hauled back on the porch, set it in its sacred square
Set down slow
Squeak
She shook her head and smiled at me, said you just don't care
I said some things look broken, but they're the reason we're still here
She said, get rid of that chair, it's scary to sit in