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 There's  blue rocking chair
  in the sand
 Weathered by the storms  well oiled hands
 It sways back and forth with the  of the winds,
 Seems to always be there,like  old trusted friend
 
 I've read a lot of 
  a few songs
 Looked  my life where it's goin, where it's gone
  seen the world through a bus windshield, but nothing compares
 To the way that  see it,
  the way that I see it,
 to the way that I  it when I sit in that old blue chair
 
 From that chair I've caught  few fish and some rays
 And I've watched boats sail in and out of cinnamon 
 I let go  a lover that took a piece of my heart
 I  many times for forgiveness and a brand new start
 
 I've read a lot  books,
 Wrote a few 
 Looked at my life where it's goin,where  gone
 I've seen the world through a bus  but nothing compares
 To the way that I see it, to the way that I  it,
 to the way that I see it when I sit 
 that old blue 
 
 That chair was my bed one New  Night
 When i passed out  too much Cruzan and Diet
 And woke up to a  mesquito bites,
 I swear  'em all sittin right there
 In that old blue 
 
  a blue rockin chair
 Sittin'  the sand
  by the storms and well oiled hands