_ _ _
F# _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _
G#m _ _
F# _ _ .
_ _ _ _
C# _ _ _ _ .
_
F# _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ There's a blue rocket chair _ _ _ _ sitting in
B the sand, _ _ _
F# weathered by the storms _ _ and
C# well-oiled hands.
_ _
F# It sways back and forth _ _ with
B the help of the winds.
_ _ _
G#m It seems to always
B be there
F# like an old trusted friend.
C# _ .
_ _
B I've read a lot of books, wrote a few
F# songs, looked at my life, where it's going, where it's gone.
B I've seen the world through a bus
F# windshield, _
C# but nothing _ compares _ _
B to the way that I see.
F# it, _ _
B to the way that I see
F# it, _ _ to the way that I see it when
C#m I sit in that old
F# blue chair.
_ _ _ .
_ _ _
D#m _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _
C# _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _
F# _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ From that chair I've caught _ _
B a few fish and some rays, _ _
F# and I've watched a boat sail _ in.
and
C# out of Cinnamon Bay.
_ .
_ I
F# let go of a lover _ that took a piece of my heart, _ _
G#m and prayed many times for
B.
forgiveness.
_
C# at a brand new start.
_ .
_ _
B I've read a lot of books, wrote a few
F# songs, looked at my life, where it's going, where it's gone.
B I've seen the world through a bus windshield,
F# C# but nothing compares _
A#m to
F# G#m the way that I see.
F# it, _ to
B the way that I see
F# it, _ to
B the way that I see it
C# when I sit in
F# that old blue chair.
_ _ _ .
_ _
B That chair was my bed one New
F# Year's night when I passed out from too much cruising and dialing.
B I woke up to a hundred mosquito
F# bites, I
C# swear.
_ _ _ _ .
_ Got
B them all sitting
C# right there in that old blue chair.
_ _
F# _ _ .
There's _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ a blue rocking chair _ .
_ _ _
B sitting in the sand, _ .
_ _ _
C# weathered by the
B storms and _ well-oiled hands.
_
F# _ _ _ _
C# _ _ _
F# _ _ .
_
D#m _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _
F# _
C# _ _ _ _ _ .
_
F# _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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_ _ _ _
N _ _ _ _ .