Intro:          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 trusty friend   A   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 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   (NC)                          in that ol’ 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’ve let go of a lover    who took a piece of my heart   and prayed many times for forgiveness   and a brand-new start   A   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 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   (NC)                    in that ol’ blue chair   That chair was my bed one new years night   when i passed out from too much Cruzan and diet   and I woke to a hundred mosquito bites   I swear   got ’em all sittin’ right there   (NC)                         in that ol’ blue chair   There’s a blue rockin’ chair   sittin in the sand   weathered by the storms and   (NC)                    well oiled hands