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Old Blue Chair by Kenny Chesney


There's a blue rocking chair
Sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms
And well oiled hands
It sways back and forth
With the help of the winds
It seems to always be there,
Like an old trusted friend

I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs
Looked at my life - where it's goin, where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus windshield
But nothing compares to the way that I see it
To the way that I see it, to the way that I see it
When I sit in that old blue chair

From that chair
I've caught a few fish and some rays
And I've watched boats
Sail in and out of cinnamon bay
I let go of a lover
That took a piece of my heart
Prayed many times
For forgiveness and a brand new start

I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs
Looked at my life - where it's goin, where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus windshield
But nothing compares to the way that I see it
To the way that I see it, to the way that I see it
When I sit in that old blue chair

That chair
Was my bed one New Year's night
When I passed out from
Too much Cruzan and diet
And I woke up
To a hundred mosquito bites
I swear, got `em all sitting right there
In that old blue chair
There's a blue rocking chair
Sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms
And well oiled hands