The Rocking Chair Millionaire

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Raymond in Baton Rouge, forty-three Clocked in at dawn, came home in grease County road dust on his work boots brown Raised two kids, kept the lights on down Punching that time card, carrying weight Dreams sat quiet by the screen door gate Bills on the table, prayer in his chest He said, "Lord, I’m trying, I’m doing my best" [Pre-Chorus] Then one small room, one secondhand chair A cheap little mic and a whole lotta prayer He found a door where the quiet could sing Found a new way to give back everything [Chorus] Rocking chair millionaire Rich in mercy, rich in air Little songs from a humble room Growing roots and lifting bloom Rocking chair millionaire Hands up high, heart laid bare He gave his days, and he found his name In the simple light, in the grateful frame [Verse 2] He typed his thoughts into a silver screen Let a little machine help shape the dream Hooks from his porch and stories from pain Old front-porch soul with a fresh new flame Not chasing gold, not racing the crowd Just faith in the work, kept showing up proud One song a night, then the next, then more Openin' a window he had never seen before [Pre-Chorus] Neighbors started calling, "Play that one again" Mama sang softly, "Boy, that sounds like amen" He learned how the small things multiply When you keep on planting, they rise [Chorus] Rocking chair millionaire Rich in mercy, rich in air Little songs from a humble room Growing roots and lifting bloom Rocking chair millionaire Hands up high, heart laid bare He gave his days, and he found his name In the simple light, in the grateful frame [Bridge] Now the same old porch got a different glow Grandkids dancing where the jasmine grows He ain't famous, but the love runs deep A legacy wakes up when you choose to keep [Final Chorus] Rocking chair millionaire Rich in mercy, rich in air Little songs from a humble room Growing roots and lifting bloom Rocking chair millionaire Hands up high, heart laid bare He gave his days, and he found his name In the simple light, in the grateful frame Comment ROCKING CHAIR... Your story could be the next one we sing. You could be the next