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