Текст Kenny Chesney – Old Blue Chair

There’s a blue rocking chair
Sitting in the sand
Weathered by the storms and well oiled hands
It sways back and forth with the help of the winds,

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
I 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 Cruzan and Diet
And 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