Eric Clapton — Rocking Chair

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Old rockin’ 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,
I ain’t goin’ nowhere
I’m sittin’ here grabbin’
At the flies round this rockin’ chair

Remember old aunt Harriet,
How long in Heaven she be
Please send down my chariot,
For the end in my troubles, I see

Old rockin’ chair gets it,
Judgement Day almost is here
Chained to my rockin’ chair