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

Written by：Kenny Chesney

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

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