F-Stop Blues Chords by Jack Johnson

[E] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ [E] _
_ _ [Ab] _ [B] _ [A] _ _ [B] _ [E] _
Hermit [B] crabs and Calrie shells, [A] crushed beneath his feet, as he comes towards [E] you he is, _ [B] waving at [A] you.
_ Lift [E] him up to [B] see what you can see, [A] he begins his focus in [E] here.
_ [B] Aiming at [A] you.
_ But [E] now he has [B] cutaways from memories [A] and close-ups of anything [E] that he has [B] seen or even dreamed.
[A] And now he's finished focusing, [E] _ [B] imagining [A] lightning striking sea [E] sadness [B] away [A] from here.
_ [E] _
Look who's [Abm] laughing now [A] that you've [B] wasted.
[E] _
How many [Ab] [Abm] years and [A] you've barely [B] even tasted [E] _
anything [Abm] remotely close [A] to everything [B] you've [E] boasted about.
Look who's [Abm] crying now.
[A] _ _ [Em] _ [Dbm] _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ [A] _ _ [Em] _ [E] _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ [B] _
[E] Driftwood [Em] floats after years of [Am] erosion, incoming tide touches roots to expose them.
Quicksand steals my shoe, clouds bring the f-stop [Gb] blues.
[Gbm] _ _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _
Look who's laughing [Abm] now [A] that you've [B] [E] wasted.
How many [Abm] years and [A] you've barely [E] even tasted anything [Abm] remotely [A] close to everything [B] you've [E] boasted about.
Look who's [Abm] crying now.
[A] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _ [Abm] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ [E] _
_ _ [Abm] _ _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _
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