Rocking Chair Millionaire

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Old Arthur sits in Kingston, eighty-two years young Used to sweep the docks until his working days were done A life of calloused fingers, a pocket full of dust Watching all the golden years succumb to creeping rust He felt the world was moving on, a train he couldn't board Just a ghost upon the sidewalk, a life he couldn't afford [Chorus] But he found a little magic in a dusty corner room A laptop and a melody to chase away the gloom He’s a Rocking Chair Millionaire, not in silver or in gold But in stories he is weaving, and the truth that he has told Finding purpose in the rhythm, finding freedom in the sound The richest man in Jamaica, just sitting on the ground [Verse 2] He learned to carve the signals, he learned to paint with light Turning all his memories into digital delight Consistent in the morning, creating through the day A legacy of wisdom that will never fade away He doesn't own a mansion, he doesn't own a car But he’s reaching out to millions, like a beacon from a star [Chorus] He’s a Rocking Chair Millionaire, not in silver or in gold But in stories he is weaving, and the truth that he has told Finding purpose in the rhythm, finding freedom in the sound The richest man in Jamaica, just sitting on the ground [Outro] Yeah, he’s got the peace of mind, that’s all he’ll ever need Planting hope in every heart, a tiny little seed Comment ROCKING CHAIR... You could be the next Rocking Chair Millionaire.