There's a blue rockin' chair Sittin' in the sand
Weathered by the storms And, well, old hands
It sways back and forth With the help of the winds
Seems to always be there Like an old trusted friend
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 in that old blue chair
From that chair I've caught
A few fish and some rays And I've watched a boat sail
In and out of Cinnamon Bay I let go of a lover
That took a piece of my heart And 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 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 in that old blue chair
That chair was my bed One New Year's night
When I passed out from too much Cruisin' and dyin'
And I woke up to a hundred Mosquito bites, I swear
Got them all sittin' right there In that old blue chair
In that old blue chair
There's a blue rockin' chair In that old blue chair

Sittin' in the sand Weathered by the storms
And well-oiled hands
Sittin' in the sand Weathered by the storms
And well-oiled hands
Sittin' in the sand Weathered by the storms