Not sure if this is completely right, but it sounds good when I play it.  

Capo 2

             
E                             A
There's a blue rockin' chair, sittin' in the sand.
 E                        B
Weathered by the storms, and well oiled hands.
 E                        A
It sways back and forth, with the help of the winds.
 E                         B
Seems to always be there, like an ol' trusted friend.
    
E                          B
I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs.
 A
Looked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone.
  E                      A
I've seen the world, through a bus windshield.
 B                      A
But nothing compares, to the way that I see it,
 B                         A                                     
to the way that I see it, to the way that I see it, 
 B                        E
When I sit in that Old Blue Chair.

  E                           A
From that chair I've caught, a few fish and some rays,
   E                          B
and I've watched boats sail, in and out of Cinnamon Bay.
  E                    A
I let go of a lover, that took a piece of my heart.
  E                                 B
Prayed many times for forgiveness, and a brand new start.
  
E                          B
I've read a lot of books, wrote a few songs.
   A
Looked at my life, where it's goin', where it's gone.
   E                   A
I've seen the world, through a bus windshield.
  B                    A
But nothing compares, to the way that I see it,
  B                        A                              
to the way that I see it, to the way that I see it, 
B                         E
when I sit in that Old Blue Chair.

  E                                   
That chair was my bed, one New Year's night, 
  A                                                       
when I passed out from too much, Malibu and diet,
  E                                         B                          
and I woke up to a hundred mosquito bites. I swear.
  A                        B                     E             
Got 'em all sittin' right there, in the Old Blue Chair.
 
E                                           A
There's a blue rockin' chair, sittin' in the sand.
 E                       B               E         
Weathered by the storms, and well oiled hands.