F# There's a blue rocking chair B Sitting in the sand F# C# Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands F# It sways back and forth B With the help of the winds G#m B C# It seems to always be there, like an old trusted friend Chorus: B I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs F# Looked at my life - where it's goin, where it's gone B I've seen the world through a bus windshield C# B But nothing compares to the way that I see it B To the way that I see it, to the way that I see it C# F# 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 I prayed many times for forgiveness and a brand new start Chorus That chair was my bed one New Year's Night When I passed out from too much Cruzan and Diet And woke up to a hundred mosquito bites I swear got them 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 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC# F# G#m B |