Текст песни Old Blue Chair - Kenny Chesney
There's
a
blue
rocking
chair
sitting
in
the
sand
Weathered
by
the
storms
and
well-oiled
hands
It
sways
back
and
forth
with
the
help
of
the
winds
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
going,
where
it's
gone
I've
seen
the
world
through
a
bus
windshield
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
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
I've
read
a
lot
of
books,
wrote
a
few
songs
Looked
at
my
life
where
it's
going,
where
it's
gone
I've
seen
the
world
through
a
bus
windshield
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
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
'em
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
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