Kenny Chesney

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^{E Asus2 B7 E
E} There's a blue rockin' chair, ^Asus2 sittin' in the sand.
W ^E eathered by the storms, and ^B7 well oiled hands.
I ^E t sways back and forth, w ^Asus2 ith the help of the winds.
^F#m7 Seems to always ^A be there, like an ^B7 ol' trusted friend.
^Asus2 I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs.
^E Looked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone.
I ^Asus2 've seen the world, through a bus windshield.
B ^B7 ut nothing compares, to the ^Asus2 way that I see it,
to the w ^Asus2 ay that I see it, to the w ^Asus2 ay that I see it,
When I s ^B7 it in that Old Blue Ch ^E air.
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Fr ^E om that chair I've caught, a few ^Asus2 fish and some rays,
and I've w ^E atched boats sail, in and out of ^B7 Cinnamon Bay.
I let ^E go of a lover, that took a p ^Asus2 iece of my heart.
Pr ^F#m7 ayed many times for fo ^A rgiveness, and a b ^B7 rand new start.
I've r ^Asus2 ead a lot of books, wrote a few s ^A ongs.
Loo ^E ked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone.
I' ^Asus2 ve seen the world, through a bus windshi ^A eld.
But ^B7 nothing compares, to the w ^Asus2 ay that I see it,
to the ^Asus2 way that I see it, to the ^Asus2 way that I see it,
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That ^Asus2 chair was my bed, one New Year's night,
when I pa ^E ssed out from too much, Cruzen and diet,
and I ^Asus2 woke up to a hundred mosquito bites I sw ^B7 ear.
Got 'em ^Asus2 all sittin' right th ^B7 ere, in the Old Blue Ch ^E air. ^{E E
E} There's a blue rockin' chair, sittin' in the ^Asus2 sand.
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Weathered by the storms, and well oiled hands.
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