Old Blue Chair Kenny Chesney
Not sure if this is completely right, but it sounds good when I play it.
Capo 2
[E]There's a blue rockin' chair, [A]sittin' in the sand.
W[E]eathered by the storms, a[B]nd well oiled hands.
I[E]t sways back and forth, w[A]ith the help of the winds.
S[E]eems to always be there, l[B]ike an ol' trusted friend.
[E]I've read a lot of books, w[B]rote a few songs.
L[A]ooked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone.
I'[E]ve seen the world, thro[A]ugh a bus windshield.
B[B]ut nothing compares, to[A] the way that I see it,
t[B]o the way that I see it, t[A]o the way that I see it,
W[B]hen I sit in that Old Blu[E]e Chair.
[E] [A]
and[E] I've watched boats sail, i[B]n and out of Cinnamon Bay.
I [E]let go of a lover, th[A]at took a piece of my heart.
Pr[E]ayed many times for forgiveness, a[B]nd a brand new start.
[E]I've read a lot of books, w[B]rote a few songs.
Loo[A]ked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone.
I'v[E]e seen the world, th[A]rough a bus windshield.
Bu[B]t nothing compares, t[A]o the way that I see it,
to[B] the way that I see it, t[A]o the way that I see it,
[B]when I sit in that Old Blu[E]e Chair.
Th[E]at chair was my bed, one New Year's night,
wh[A]en I passed out from too much, Malibu and diet,
an[E]d I woke up to a hundred mosquito bites. I[B] swear.
Go[A]t 'em all sittin' right t[B]here, in the Old Blue [E]Chair.
[E]There's a blue rockin' chair, sittin' in the[A] sand.
W[E]eathered by the storms, [B]and well oiled h[E]ands.
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