THERE'S A BLUE
ROCKIN' CHAIR
SITTIN' IN THE SAND
WEATHERED
BY THE STORMS
AND WELL-OILED HANDS
AND 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 GOIN'
WHERE IT'S GONE
I'VE SEEN THE WORLD
THROUGH A BUS
WINDSHIELD
BUT NOTHIN' 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 GOIN'
WHERE IT'S GONE
I'VE SEEN THE WORLD
THROUGH A BUS
WINDSHIELD
BUT NOTHIN' 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 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 SAND
WEATHERED
BY THE STORMS AND
WELL-OILED HANDS