If that Empty Chair Could Talk

At the table in my Grandma's house there sits an empty chair Three times a day for sixty years, Grandpa broke bread there There's still a few tobacco stains and spindles workin loose The legs are scarred from years of kids and Grandpa's dirty boots But if that empty chair could talk you'd hear a tale of love All about our family, Praise the Lord above You'd know all the best fishin holes and where to find big deer And hear echoes of the laughter of the kids that grew up here When Grandma's at that table she sits by that empty space Sometimes she sits and talks to him like she still sees his face She gives thanks to the Lord above for the precious time they shared And smiles at all the memories that Grandpa left her there 'Cause if that empty chair could talk you'd hear a tale of love All about our family, Praise the Lord above You'd know all the best fishin holes and where to find big deer And hear echoes of the laughter from the kids that grew up here I watch my kids around the table I pray someday they're able to see the same things in me Yeah, you'd know all the best fishin holes and where to find big deer Lord, I still can hear the laughter of the kids that grew up here Cause if that empty chair could talk... um hmmm