Rocking Chair Millionaire

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Miss Lena Mae, fifty-two Out in Mobile by the bay She punched the clock at dawn At a diner on Cypress Way Feet hurt, bills piled high Dreams tucked in a breadbox drawer She said, "Lord, I got a song But I ain't got time no more" [Pre-Chorus] Then her grandson set it up On a little kitchen desk A cheap mic, a secondhand screen And a light that hummed like rest He said, "Just tell the truth Let the rest come after that" She laughed through tired eyes And tapped the message pad [Chorus] Rocking chair millionaire She found her song right there Rocking chair millionaire A little room, a little prayer She sang it low, she sang it near Now hope keeps coming back Rocking chair millionaire She built a bridge from where she was at [Verse 2] Every morning before work One verse, one take, one post No fancy suit, no big old show Just the life she knew the most AI helped her sort the words Find a rhyme when she got stuck Turned her stories into fire From a pocket full of luck [Pre-Chorus] She learned the fear don't feed the seed It just sits there, cold and still So she kept on showing up Like a hymn on the windowsill Slow and steady, line by line Till the quiet turned to gold And the people heard their mama's truth In the way she carried soul [Chorus] Rocking chair millionaire She found her song right there Rocking chair millionaire A little room, a little prayer She sang it low, she sang it near Now hope keeps coming back Rocking chair millionaire She built a bridge from where she was at [Bridge] Now the porch is full on Sundays Kids with tambourines in hand Neighbors hum her little melody While the supper pots still clang She don't chase a shiny crown She just feeds the ones behind Leaves a paper trail of mercy For the next hungry mind [Final Chorus] Rocking chair millionaire She found her song right there Rocking chair millionaire A little room, a little prayer She sang it low, she sang it near Now purpose fills the track Rocking chair millionaire Her legacy is coming back Comment ROCKING CHAIR... Your story could be the next one we sing. You could be the next