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Fingder pick this song alternating between open E and open B string
Capo 2
E 022100
Asus2 002200
B7 x21202 (alternate use 4 ,2 0 on B string)
[F#m7]A [232222]022200
intro
[E] [Asus2] [B7] [E]
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--0-------------0--0------------0---0-----------0-----0-------------0------|
---1-----------2----2----------2-----2-----------2-----1-----------1-------|
----2-4-2----2-------2-4-2---2--------1-4-4-------1------2-4-2---2-------2-|
---------2--2------0------0-0-------2--------2-----2------------------2h4--|
-0---------0------------------------------------------0--------0-----------|
[E]There's a blue rockin' chair, [Asus2]sittin' in the sand.
W[E]eathered by the storms, and [B7]well oiled hands.
I[E]t sways back and forth, w[Asus2]ith the help of the winds.
[F#m7]Seems to always [A]be there, like an [B7]ol' trusted friend.
[Asus2]I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs.
[E]Looked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone.
I[Asus2]'ve seen the world, through a bus windshield.
B[B7]ut nothing compares, to the [Asus2]way that I see it,
to the w[Asus2]ay that I see it, to the w[Asus2]ay that I see it,
When I s[B7]it in that Old Blue Ch[E]air.
(play intro )
Fr[E]om that chair I've caught, a few [Asus2]fish and some rays,
and I've w[E]atched boats sail, in and out of [B7]Cinnamon Bay.
I let [E]go of a lover, that took a p[Asus2]iece of my heart.
Pr[F#m7]ayed many times for fo[A]rgiveness, and a b[B7]rand new start.
I've r[Asus2]ead a lot of books, wrote a few s[A]ongs.
Loo[E]ked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone.
I'[Asus2]ve seen the world, through a bus windshi[A]eld.
But [B7]nothing compares, to the w[Asus2]ay that I see it,
to the [Asus2]way that I see it, to the [Asus2]way that I see it,
[B7] [E] [E] [A]
when I sit in that Old Blue Chair. ----------------4-----4-5-|
------4-5-4-5-7---4-7-----|
Bridge --4h6---------------------|
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Strum -0----------------------0-|
That [Asus2]chair was my bed, one New Year's night,
when I pa[E]ssed out from too much, Cruzen and diet,
and I[Asus2] woke up to a hundred mosquito bites I sw[B7]ear.
Got 'em [Asus2]all sittin' right th[B7]ere, in the Old Blue Ch[E]air.[E][E]
[E]There's a blue rockin' chair, sittin' in the[Asus2] sand.
B7 Asus2 (slowly) E
Weathered by the storms, and well oiled hands.
(Play intro to end)
END
C Note Prodcutions
Fingder pick this song alternating between open E and open B string
Capo 2
E 022100
Asus2 002200
B7 x21202 (alternate use 4 ,2 0 on B string)
[F#m7]A [232222]022200
intro
[E] [Asus2] [B7] [E]
---------------------------------------------------------------------0-----|
--0-------------0--0------------0---0-----------0-----0-------------0------|
---1-----------2----2----------2-----2-----------2-----1-----------1-------|
----2-4-2----2-------2-4-2---2--------1-4-4-------1------2-4-2---2-------2-|
---------2--2------0------0-0-------2--------2-----2------------------2h4--|
-0---------0------------------------------------------0--------0-----------|
[E]There's a blue rockin' chair, [Asus2]sittin' in the sand.
W[E]eathered by the storms, and [B7]well oiled hands.
I[E]t sways back and forth, w[Asus2]ith the help of the winds.
[F#m7]Seems to always [A]be there, like an [B7]ol' trusted friend.
[Asus2]I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs.
[E]Looked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone.
I[Asus2]'ve seen the world, through a bus windshield.
B[B7]ut nothing compares, to the [Asus2]way that I see it,
to the w[Asus2]ay that I see it, to the w[Asus2]ay that I see it,
When I s[B7]it in that Old Blue Ch[E]air.
(play intro )
Fr[E]om that chair I've caught, a few [Asus2]fish and some rays,
and I've w[E]atched boats sail, in and out of [B7]Cinnamon Bay.
I let [E]go of a lover, that took a p[Asus2]iece of my heart.
Pr[F#m7]ayed many times for fo[A]rgiveness, and a b[B7]rand new start.
I've r[Asus2]ead a lot of books, wrote a few s[A]ongs.
Loo[E]ked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone.
I'[Asus2]ve seen the world, through a bus windshi[A]eld.
But [B7]nothing compares, to the w[Asus2]ay that I see it,
to the [Asus2]way that I see it, to the [Asus2]way that I see it,
[B7] [E] [E] [A]
when I sit in that Old Blue Chair. ----------------4-----4-5-|
------4-5-4-5-7---4-7-----|
Bridge --4h6---------------------|
--------------------------|
Strum -0----------------------0-|
That [Asus2]chair was my bed, one New Year's night,
when I pa[E]ssed out from too much, Cruzen and diet,
and I[Asus2] woke up to a hundred mosquito bites I sw[B7]ear.
Got 'em [Asus2]all sittin' right th[B7]ere, in the Old Blue Ch[E]air.[E][E]
[E]There's a blue rockin' chair, sittin' in the[Asus2] sand.
B7 Asus2 (slowly) E
Weathered by the storms, and well oiled hands.
(Play intro to end)
END
