Artist: Gregory Alan Isakov
Song: Suitcase Full Of Sparks
Album: The Weatherman
Tabbed By: Jo Lefebure
Tuning: Standard
Chords:
C G Am F E G7
e|---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)
[Verses]
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
I 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
Am G
He just 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, digging holes
C G C
Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you
C G Am G (x4)
C G
Swam across The Poncha
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 down 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 to 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
She 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 winter trees and stars
F G C
Oh, we could open up that suitcase full of sparks
C G Am G (x4)