Old Blue Chair (Acoustic) — текст песни (Kenny Chesney)

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.