Old Blue Chair Chords by Kenny Chesney
Tempo:
87.25 bpm
Chords used:
F#
C#
B
G#
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G#]
[C#] [F#]
There's a blue rocket chair, sitting in [B] the sand, [F#] weathered by the storms, and [C#] well-oiled [A#] hands.
[F#] It sways back and forth, with [B] the help of the [C#] winds.
[G#m] Seems to [B] always be there, [C#] like an old trusted friend.
[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, [C#] but nothing can perish, [G#] to the way that I see [F#] it.
To the way that I see it, [G#] to the way that I see it, [C#m] when I sit in that [F#] old blue chair.
[C#] [D#m]
[C#] [F#]
From that chair I've caught, a [B] few fish and some rays, [F#] and I've watched a boat sail, in and out [C#] of Cinnamon Bay.
I [F#] let go of a lover, that took a piece of my heart, [G#m] and prayed many times [B] for forgiveness, at [C#] 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, [C#] but nothing can perish, [B] to the [G#m] 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 that [F#] old blue chair.
That [B] chair was my bed one New Year's night, when [F#] I passed out from too much cruising and [B] dialing.
I woke up to a hundred mosquito [F#] bites, I [C#] swear.
Got [B] them all [F#] sitting right [C#] there, in that old [C#] blue chair.
[F#]
There's a blue rocket chair, [B] sitting in the sand, weathered by the storms and well-oiled hands.
[F#] [C#] [F#]
[D#] [C#]
[F#]
[C#] [F#]
There's a blue rocket chair, sitting in [B] the sand, [F#] weathered by the storms, and [C#] well-oiled [A#] hands.
[F#] It sways back and forth, with [B] the help of the [C#] winds.
[G#m] Seems to [B] always be there, [C#] like an old trusted friend.
[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, [C#] but nothing can perish, [G#] to the way that I see [F#] it.
To the way that I see it, [G#] to the way that I see it, [C#m] when I sit in that [F#] old blue chair.
[C#] [D#m]
[C#] [F#]
From that chair I've caught, a [B] few fish and some rays, [F#] and I've watched a boat sail, in and out [C#] of Cinnamon Bay.
I [F#] let go of a lover, that took a piece of my heart, [G#m] and prayed many times [B] for forgiveness, at [C#] 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, [C#] but nothing can perish, [B] to the [G#m] 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 that [F#] old blue chair.
That [B] chair was my bed one New Year's night, when [F#] I passed out from too much cruising and [B] dialing.
I woke up to a hundred mosquito [F#] bites, I [C#] swear.
Got [B] them all [F#] sitting right [C#] there, in that old [C#] blue chair.
[F#]
There's a blue rocket chair, [B] sitting in the sand, weathered by the storms and well-oiled hands.
[F#] [C#] [F#]
[D#] [C#]
[F#]
Key:
F#
C#
B
G#
G#m
F#
C#
B
_ _ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ There's a blue rocket chair, _ _ sitting in [B] the sand, _ [F#] weathered by the storms, _ and [C#] well-oiled [A#] hands.
[F#] It sways back and forth, with [B] the help of the [C#] winds.
_ [G#m] Seems to [B] always be there, [C#] like an old trusted friend. _ _
[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, [C#] but nothing can perish, _ [G#] to the way that I see [F#] it.
To the way that I see it, _ [G#] to the way that I see it, [C#m] when I sit in that [F#] old blue chair. _
_ _ [C#] _ [D#m] _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ From that chair I've caught, _ a [B] few fish and some rays, _ [F#] and I've watched a boat sail, in and out [C#] of Cinnamon Bay.
_ I [F#] let go of a lover, _ that took a piece of my heart, _ _ [G#m] and prayed many times [B] for forgiveness, at [C#] 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, [C#] but nothing can perish, [B] to the [G#m] 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 that [F#] old blue chair.
_ _ That [B] chair was my bed one New Year's night, when [F#] I passed out from too much cruising and [B] dialing.
I woke up to a hundred mosquito [F#] bites, I [C#] swear.
_ _ Got [B] them all [F#] sitting right [C#] there, in that old [C#] blue chair.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ There's a blue rocket chair, _ _ [B] sitting in the sand, _ _ weathered by the storms and well-oiled hands. _
[F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[D#] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _
_ _ _ _ There's a blue rocket chair, _ _ sitting in [B] the sand, _ [F#] weathered by the storms, _ and [C#] well-oiled [A#] hands.
[F#] It sways back and forth, with [B] the help of the [C#] winds.
_ [G#m] Seems to [B] always be there, [C#] like an old trusted friend. _ _
[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, [C#] but nothing can perish, _ [G#] to the way that I see [F#] it.
To the way that I see it, _ [G#] to the way that I see it, [C#m] when I sit in that [F#] old blue chair. _
_ _ [C#] _ [D#m] _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ From that chair I've caught, _ a [B] few fish and some rays, _ [F#] and I've watched a boat sail, in and out [C#] of Cinnamon Bay.
_ I [F#] let go of a lover, _ that took a piece of my heart, _ _ [G#m] and prayed many times [B] for forgiveness, at [C#] 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, [C#] but nothing can perish, [B] to the [G#m] 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 that [F#] old blue chair.
_ _ That [B] chair was my bed one New Year's night, when [F#] I passed out from too much cruising and [B] dialing.
I woke up to a hundred mosquito [F#] bites, I [C#] swear.
_ _ Got [B] them all [F#] sitting right [C#] there, in that old [C#] blue chair.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ _ There's a blue rocket chair, _ _ [B] sitting in the sand, _ _ weathered by the storms and well-oiled hands. _
[F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
[D#] _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _ _ _
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