Old Blue Chair - Kenny Chesney (肯尼·切斯尼)

There's a blue rocking chair

Sittin' in the sand

Weathered by the storms

And well oiled hands

It sways back and forth

With the help of the winds

It 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

And 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 Malibu

And I 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

Sittin' in the sand

Weathered by the storms

And well oiled hands

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