Gregory Alan Isakov – Suitcase Full Of Sparks (Guitar)
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Chords
Artist: Gregory Alan Isakov
Song: Suitcase Full Of Sparks
Album: The Weatherman
Tabbed By: Jo Lefebure
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.
Tip 3: At the * strum down one only instead of normal strumming pattern.
[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 just 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* Am* 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)