Kenny Chesney - Old blue chair

Th^Gere's a blue rocking chair, si^Cttin in the sand, we^Gathered by the storms, an^Dd the well oiled hands, It^G sways back and forth, wi^Cth the help of the wind, an^Amd it seems to always be there, li^Dke an old trusted friend

I'^Cve read alot of books wr^Dote a few songs lo^Goked at my life, where it's going wh^Gere it's gone, I'^Cve seen the world, through a bus winshield, Bu^Dt nothing compares To^C the way that I see it, t^Do the way that I see it, To^C the way that I see it when I s^Dit, I

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n that old blue chair ^{G C D G}

Fr^Gom that chair I've caught, a ^Cfew fish and some rays, an^Gd I've watched boats sail, In and out of cinnamon b^Days, I'^Gve let go of a lover, wh^Co took a piece of my heart, an^Amd prayed many times for forgiveness, an^Dd a brand new start

Th^Cat chair was by bed one New Year's night, Wh^Gen I passed out from too much Cruzan and diet, an^Cd I woke up to a hunderd mosquito bites I s^Dwear go^Ct 'em all sittin right th^Dere,

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In that old blue cha^Gir^{C D G}

T^Ghere's a blue rocking chair S^Cittin in the sand w^Deathered by the storms an^Cd w

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ell oiled hands ^{G C D G}