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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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