Suitcase Full Of Sparks taby ukulele według Gregory Alan Isakov (Chwyty barytonu)

Intro:

C   G   Am   G    (x4)

C                      G
Travelling through the graveyard
       Am               G
With a suitcase full of sparks
       F                   G              C   G
Honey, I'm still trying to find my way to you


C            G
Lit up every campfire
Am               G
Found out in the dark
      F                G          C
Oh, I cut down all the cottonwoods


C   G    Am   G   (x2)


C                 G
Picked up all the arrow heads
    Am                    G
Off buffalo trails of the Indians
    F        G               C       G
The Oklahoma sky was cutting through


C                         G
Along the tracks with the runaway kid
   Am                  G
He talks and talks and talks
       F                  G              C
Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you


    C      E        Am         F
And I quit counting stars that night
       C            F         E
In the cold, by the satellite field
    Am     G       C             F
And I quit panning gold, running holes
      C                  G              C 
Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you


C   G   Am   G   (x4)


C             G
Swam across Sapancha
       Am           G
Took a train to Cataloo
  C            G
I opened up my guitar case
    Am                 G
And all the songs were blue


  C               G
I haunted all the alleys
       Am                 G
Lord I drifted 'cross the valleys
       F                  G              C
Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you


    C      E       Am
And I quit casting hooks
F           C               F       E
Off the California coast we held so dear
    Am     G        C                   F
And I quit flashing smiles, and running wild
      C                  G              C
Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you


C   G   Am   G   (x4)

         C             G
Threw my bottle in the ocean
    Am             G
She never wrote me back
        F               G                C    G
All the countless days across the sea of blue


            C               G
Learned the language of the mocking bird
Am               G
Took and twisted all my words
       F                  G              C
Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you


         E               F
And I'll meet you in the graveyard
         F                   G      G7
With the weathered trees and stars
           F            G                C
And we can open up that suitcase full of sparks


C   G   Am   G   (x4)