Plastic Jesus Fall Line Spring Wind Tabulatur von Jack Johnson

# Capo 2nd fret

D
I don't care if it rains or freezes 
G
as long as I've got my plastic Jesus 
D                               A
sitting on the dashboard of my car 
D
it comes in colors pink and pleasant 
G
it glows in the dark cause its iridescent 
D                       A           D
I'll take it with me whenever I go far 
D
so give me my lady Madonna 
G
dressed in rhinestones and sitting on a 
D                     A
pedestal of abalone shells 
D
driving 90 but I'm not scared 
G
because I've got my Virgin Mary 
D                       A            D
assuring me that I will never go to hell

D

D
And by the way You know that 
D
hope will make you strange 
D
Make you blink, make you blank, make you sink 
D                  G
It will make you afraid of change
G 
And often blame 
G
The box with the view of the world 
                              D
And the walls that fill the frame 
D
I turn it up 
D
but then I turn it off 
D
Because I can't stand when they start to talk 
            G
About the hurting and killing 
G
Whose shoes are we filling 
G
The damage and ruin 
G
Man, the things that we're doing 
      D
Good god, We gotta stop, we gotta turn it all off 
D
We gotta rewind 
D
and start it up again 
A
Because we fell across the fall line 
A                             G
Ain't there nothing sacred anymore

G              D
Nana nana nana na

G, D, G, D, G, D

D
Somebody saw him jump 
But nobody saw him slip 
I guess he lost a lot of hope 
And then he lost his grip 
           G
Now he's lying in the freeway 
In the middle of this mess 
Guess we lost another one 
Just like the other one 
D
Optimistic hypocrite 
That didn't have the nerve to quit 
The things that kept him wanting more 
Until he finally reached the core 
A
He fell across the fall line 
A                            G
Ain't there nothing sacred anymore

G...

A
We all fell across the fall line 
A                            G
Ain't there nothing sacred anymore

G              D
Nana nana nana na

G, D, G, D

G              D
Nana nana nana na

G       D                   G
All my friends are getting older,
A                 Bm
I guess I must be too.
                        G
Without their love and kindness
A
I don't want I'll do
    G                      D
Oh the wine bottle's half empty
A                     Bm
The money's all been spent
                            G
We're a cross between our parents
      A
And hippies in a tent.

     G                      D
Oh, Love calls just like a wild bird
A                 Bm
It's just another day
                G       A            D
Spring blew my list of things to do away.

G,D,G,D

G      D               G
In a mucked up lovely river
A                   Bm
I cast my my little fly
                                G
But I look at that river and I smell it and 
    A
it makes me want to cry, Oh
G                    D
To clean our dirty planet
A                    Bm
Now there's a noble wish
                        G
Now I putting shoulder to the wheel
A 
Cause I wanna catch some fish, Oh
 G                      D
Love calls just like a wild bird
A                 Bm
It's just another day
                G        A           D
Spring blew my list of things to do away