Old Blue Chair

There's a blue rockin' chair

Sittin' in the sand

Weathered by the storms

And well-oiled hands

It sways back and forth

With the help of the winds

And 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 winshield

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 bays

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 trough a bus winshield

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 bead one new year's night

When I passed out from too much

Malibu and Dye

And I woke up to a hundred mosquito bites I swear

Got em' all sittin' right there in that Old Blue Chair



There's a blue rockin' chair

Sittin' in the sands

Weathered by the storms

And well-oiled hands




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