Gregory Alan Isakov – Suitcase Full Of Sparks chords

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Artist: Gregory Alan Isakov
Song: Suitcase Full Of Sparks
Album: Unreleased (so far!)
Tabbed By: Jo Lefebure

Tuning: Standard

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Chords:

C G Am F E G7e|---x---x---x---x---x---1---|b|---1---x---1---1---x---3---|g|---0---0---2---2---1---0---|d|---2---x---2---3---2---x---|a|---3---2---0---3---2---x---|e|---x---3---x---1---0---3---|
Tip: for the first part of the verse, leave the index finger of your left hand where it is and just change the C shape to a G shape by moving your middle and ring fingers one string down. Tip 2: For the F-chord, use your left thumb to play the bass note for an easier transgression. Intro: C G Am G (x4)
C GTravelling through the graveyard
Am GWith a suitcase full of sparks
F G C GHoney, I'm still trying to find my way to you
C GLit up every campfire
Am GFound out in the dark
F G COh, I cut down all the cottonwoods
C G Am G (x2)
C GPicked up all the arrow heads
Am GOff buffalo trails of the Indians
F G C GThe Oklahoma sky was cutting through
C GAlong the tracks with the runaway kid
Am GHe talks and talks and talks
F G CHoney, I'm just trying to find my way to you
C E Am FAnd I quit counting stars that night
C F EIn the cold, by the satellite field
Am G C FAnd 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 GSwam across Sapancha
Am GTook a train to Cataloo
C GI opened up my guitar case
Am GAnd all the songs were blue
C GI haunted all the alleys
Am GLord I drifted 'cross the valleys
F G CHoney, I'm just trying to find my way to you
C E AmAnd I quit casting hooks
F C F EOff the California coast we held so dear
Am G C FAnd I quit flashing smiles, and running wild
C G CYeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you
C G Am G (x4)
C GThrew my bottle in the ocean
Am GShe never wrote me back
F G C GAll the countless days across the sea of blue
C GLearned the language of the mocking bird
Am GTook and twisted all my words
F G CHoney, I'm just trying to find my way to you
E FAnd I'll meet you in the graveyard
F G G7With the weathered trees and stars
F G CAnd we can open up that suitcase full of sparks
C G Am G (x4)
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