Jack Johnson – F-Stop Blues (Guitar)

E                B
Hermit crabs and cowry shells

          A
Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you

     E         B A
He's waving at you

        E               B
Lift him up to see what you can see

A
He begins his focusing

     E         B A
He's aiming at you

               E             B
And now he has cutaways from memories

A
And close-ups of anything that

E              B
He has seen or even dreamed

    A
And now he's finished focusing

     E         B
He's imagining lightning

A
Striking sea sickness

E    B    A
Away from here

E                   G#       A      B
Look who's laughing now that you've wasted

E        G#               A           B
How many years and you've barely even tasted

E                 G#
Anything remotely close to

A                 B
Everything you've boasted about

E                 G#      A       B
Look who's crying now

E                       B
Driftwood floats, after years of erosion

A
Incoming tide touches roots to expose them,

E         B
Quicksand steals my shoe,

A
Clouds bring the f-stop blues

E                    G#       A        B
Look who's laughing now that you've wasted

E         G#              A               B
How many years and you've barely even tasted

E           G#
Anything remotely close to

A                  B
Everything you've boasted about

E                  G#      A       B
Look who's crying now