Yeah, I built them with my own two hands
I carved your name in one
And my name in the other
Yeah, I built them with my own two hands
They're over there, two rocking chairs

Leaves fall, rain dries
Snow melts, fame dies four words, simply
Grow old, with me

And when the day comes
When we can't walk no more
We'll have two seats, on my front porch
I'll still call you young girl
So young girl, rock with me

Yeah, I built them with my own two hands
I carved your name in one
And my name in the other
Yeah, I built them with my own two hands
They're over there, two rocking chairs

No watch, no time just life and your eyes
Four words, simply grow old with me

And when the day comes
When we can't walk no more
We'll have two seats, on my front porch
I'll still call you young girl
So young girl, rock with me

Yeah, I built them with my own two hands
I carved your name in one
And my name in the other
Yeah, I built them with my own two hands
They're over there, two rocking chairs

Rock, rock, rock, rock
Rock, rock, rock, rock
Just rock with me, just rock with me

Copyright: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): JONATHAN DAVID BELLION