Chords for Gregory Alan Isakov - "Suitcase Full of Sparks" - KXT Live Sessions
Tempo:
97.1 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
Am
F
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [G]
[Am] [G] [C] [G] You're [Am] not [G] [C] alone.
[G] [Am]
[G] [C] [G] [Am]
[G] [C] Traveling [G] through the graveyard, [Am] the suitcase full of [G] sparks.
[F] Honey, I'm just trying [G] to find my way to [C] you.
[G] [C] I lit up [G] every [Am] campfire I found out in [G] the dark.
[F] I cut down [G] all the [C] [G] cottonwoods.
[Am] [G] [C] [G]
[Am] [G] [C] Picked up [G] all the [Am] arrowheads off Buffalo [G] trails of the Indians.
[F] The Oklahoma [G] sky was cutting [C] through.
[G] [C] Along the tracks with [G] the runaway, [Am] he just talks and [G] talks and talks.
[F] Hey, [G] I'm just trying to find my way [C] to you.
And I [E] quit counting [Am] stars [F] at night in [C] the cold by the [F] satellite [E] field.
[Am] And I [G] quit panning [C] gold, [F] digging holes.
[C] Yeah, I'm just [G] trying to find my [C] way to you.
[G] [Am] [G]
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
[C] [G] And [Am] [G]
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
[C] I swam across [G] the poncho, took [Am] a chain to Cattle [G] Lid.
[C] Opened up [G] my guitar case, [Am] yeah, all the songs [G] were blue.
[C] Haunted all [G] the alleys, Lord, [Em] I drifted down the [G] valleys.
Yeah, [F] I'm just trying [G] to find my way to [C] you.
And I quit [E] passing [Am] hooks [F] off the [C] California coast [F] we [C] held so [E] dear.
[Am] Yeah, and I [G] quit flashing [C] smiles, [F] running wild.
[C] Yeah, I'm just [G] trying to find my [C] way.
[G]
[Am] [G] [C] [G]
[Am] [G] [C] [G]
[Am] [G] [C] [G]
[Am] [G] [C] [G]
[Am] [G] [C] [G]
[Am] [G] Threw [C] my bottle to [G] the ocean, [Am] she never wrote me [G] back.
All [F] the countless days [G] along the sea of [C] blue.
[G] Learned [C] the language of the [G] mockingbird, [Am] she took and twisted [G] all my words.
[F] Yeah, I'm just trying [G] to find my way to [C] you.
[E] And I'll meet you [Am] in the graveyard [F] and the winter [G] trees and stars.
Oh, we could [F] open up this [G] suitcase full of [C] sparks.
[G] [Am] [G]
[C] [G] [Am] And [G]
[C] [G] sing.
[Am] [G] [C] [G] [Am] [G]
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
[C]
[Am] [G] [C] [G] You're [Am] not [G] [C] alone.
[G] [Am]
[G] [C] [G] [Am]
[G] [C] Traveling [G] through the graveyard, [Am] the suitcase full of [G] sparks.
[F] Honey, I'm just trying [G] to find my way to [C] you.
[G] [C] I lit up [G] every [Am] campfire I found out in [G] the dark.
[F] I cut down [G] all the [C] [G] cottonwoods.
[Am] [G] [C] [G]
[Am] [G] [C] Picked up [G] all the [Am] arrowheads off Buffalo [G] trails of the Indians.
[F] The Oklahoma [G] sky was cutting [C] through.
[G] [C] Along the tracks with [G] the runaway, [Am] he just talks and [G] talks and talks.
[F] Hey, [G] I'm just trying to find my way [C] to you.
And I [E] quit counting [Am] stars [F] at night in [C] the cold by the [F] satellite [E] field.
[Am] And I [G] quit panning [C] gold, [F] digging holes.
[C] Yeah, I'm just [G] trying to find my [C] way to you.
[G] [Am] [G]
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
[C] [G] And [Am] [G]
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
[C] I swam across [G] the poncho, took [Am] a chain to Cattle [G] Lid.
[C] Opened up [G] my guitar case, [Am] yeah, all the songs [G] were blue.
[C] Haunted all [G] the alleys, Lord, [Em] I drifted down the [G] valleys.
Yeah, [F] I'm just trying [G] to find my way to [C] you.
And I quit [E] passing [Am] hooks [F] off the [C] California coast [F] we [C] held so [E] dear.
[Am] Yeah, and I [G] quit flashing [C] smiles, [F] running wild.
[C] Yeah, I'm just [G] trying to find my [C] way.
[G]
[Am] [G] [C] [G]
[Am] [G] [C] [G]
[Am] [G] [C] [G]
[Am] [G] [C] [G]
[Am] [G] [C] [G]
[Am] [G] Threw [C] my bottle to [G] the ocean, [Am] she never wrote me [G] back.
All [F] the countless days [G] along the sea of [C] blue.
[G] Learned [C] the language of the [G] mockingbird, [Am] she took and twisted [G] all my words.
[F] Yeah, I'm just trying [G] to find my way to [C] you.
[E] And I'll meet you [Am] in the graveyard [F] and the winter [G] trees and stars.
Oh, we could [F] open up this [G] suitcase full of [C] sparks.
[G] [Am] [G]
[C] [G] [Am] And [G]
[C] [G] sing.
[Am] [G] [C] [G] [Am] [G]
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
[C] [G] [Am] [G]
[C]
Key:
G
C
Am
F
E
G
C
Am
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ [G] You're [Am] not _ [G] _ _ [C] alone.
[G] _ _ [Am] _
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ [Am] _ _
[G] _ _ [C] Traveling [G] through the graveyard, [Am] the suitcase full of [G] sparks.
[F] Honey, I'm just trying [G] to find my way to [C] you. _
[G] _ [C] I lit up [G] every [Am] campfire I found out in [G] the dark.
[F] I cut down [G] all the _ [C] _ [G] cottonwoods.
_ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] Picked up [G] all the [Am] arrowheads off Buffalo [G] trails of the Indians.
[F] The Oklahoma [G] sky was cutting [C] through.
_ [G] _ [C] Along the tracks with [G] the runaway, [Am] he just talks and [G] talks and talks.
[F] Hey, [G] I'm just trying to find my way [C] to you.
_ _ And I [E] quit counting [Am] stars [F] at night in [C] the cold by the [F] satellite [E] field.
_ [Am] And I [G] quit panning [C] gold, [F] digging holes.
[C] Yeah, I'm just [G] trying to find my [C] way to you.
_ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] And [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _
[C] I swam across [G] the poncho, took [Am] a chain to Cattle [G] Lid. _
[C] Opened up [G] my guitar case, [Am] yeah, all the songs [G] were blue.
[C] Haunted all [G] the alleys, Lord, [Em] I drifted down the [G] valleys.
Yeah, [F] I'm just trying [G] to find my way to [C] you. _ _
And I quit [E] passing [Am] hooks [F] off the [C] California coast [F] we [C] held so [E] dear. _ _
[Am] Yeah, and I [G] quit flashing [C] smiles, [F] running wild.
[C] Yeah, I'm just [G] trying to find my [C] way.
_ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] Threw [C] my bottle to [G] the ocean, [Am] she never wrote me [G] back.
All [F] the countless days [G] along the sea of [C] blue.
_ [G] Learned [C] the language of the [G] mockingbird, [Am] she took and twisted [G] all my words.
[F] Yeah, I'm just trying [G] to find my way to [C] you.
_ _ [E] And I'll meet you [Am] in the graveyard [F] and the winter [G] trees and stars. _ _
_ Oh, we could [F] open up this [G] suitcase full of [C] sparks.
[G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] And [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] sing.
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ [G] You're [Am] not _ [G] _ _ [C] alone.
[G] _ _ [Am] _
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ [Am] _ _
[G] _ _ [C] Traveling [G] through the graveyard, [Am] the suitcase full of [G] sparks.
[F] Honey, I'm just trying [G] to find my way to [C] you. _
[G] _ [C] I lit up [G] every [Am] campfire I found out in [G] the dark.
[F] I cut down [G] all the _ [C] _ [G] cottonwoods.
_ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] Picked up [G] all the [Am] arrowheads off Buffalo [G] trails of the Indians.
[F] The Oklahoma [G] sky was cutting [C] through.
_ [G] _ [C] Along the tracks with [G] the runaway, [Am] he just talks and [G] talks and talks.
[F] Hey, [G] I'm just trying to find my way [C] to you.
_ _ And I [E] quit counting [Am] stars [F] at night in [C] the cold by the [F] satellite [E] field.
_ [Am] And I [G] quit panning [C] gold, [F] digging holes.
[C] Yeah, I'm just [G] trying to find my [C] way to you.
_ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] And [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _
[C] I swam across [G] the poncho, took [Am] a chain to Cattle [G] Lid. _
[C] Opened up [G] my guitar case, [Am] yeah, all the songs [G] were blue.
[C] Haunted all [G] the alleys, Lord, [Em] I drifted down the [G] valleys.
Yeah, [F] I'm just trying [G] to find my way to [C] you. _ _
And I quit [E] passing [Am] hooks [F] off the [C] California coast [F] we [C] held so [E] dear. _ _
[Am] Yeah, and I [G] quit flashing [C] smiles, [F] running wild.
[C] Yeah, I'm just [G] trying to find my [C] way.
_ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
[Am] _ _ [G] Threw [C] my bottle to [G] the ocean, [Am] she never wrote me [G] back.
All [F] the countless days [G] along the sea of [C] blue.
_ [G] Learned [C] the language of the [G] mockingbird, [Am] she took and twisted [G] all my words.
[F] Yeah, I'm just trying [G] to find my way to [C] you.
_ _ [E] And I'll meet you [Am] in the graveyard [F] and the winter [G] trees and stars. _ _
_ Oh, we could [F] open up this [G] suitcase full of [C] sparks.
[G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] And [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] sing.
[Am] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] _ _
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