Kenny Chesney - Old blue chair

^EThere's a blue rocking chair ^ASitting in the sand ^EWeathered by the storms and ^Bwell oiled hands ^EIt sways back and forth ^AWith the help of the winds ^EIt seems to always be there, like an ^Bold trusted friend

^AI've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs ^ELooked at my life - where it's goin, where it's gone ^AI've seen the world through a bus windshield ^BBut nothing compares to th^Ae way that I see it ^ETo the way that I see it, t^Ao the way that I see it When I ^Bsit in that old blue chair

^EFrom that chair I've cought a^A few fish and some rays ^EAnd I've watched boats sail ^Bin and out of cinnamon bay ^EI let go of a lover that ^Atook a piece of my heart ^EPrayed many times for forgiveness and^B a brand new start

^AI've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs ^ELooked at my life - where it's goin, where it's gone ^AI've seen the world through a bus windshield ^BBut nothing compares to t^Ahe way that I see it ^ETo the way that I see it, t^Ao the way that I see it When I sit^B in that old blue chair

^AThat chair was my bed one New Year's night When I^E passed out from too much Cruzan and diet And I ^Awoke up to a hundred mosquito bites I ^Bswear, got e^Am all sitting right th^Bere In that^E old blue chair

^EThere's a blue rocking chair ^ASitting in the sand ^EWeathered by the storms and w^Bell oiled hands