Cifras
Suitcase Full Of Sparks

Tono: C

Introducción:  C   G   Am   G  

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 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 
Found out in the dark
             F                               G                   C 
Oh, I cut down all the cottonwoods

 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 kid
       Am                                   G 
He 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, running holes
             C                                   G                           C 
Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you

 C                         G 
Swam across Sapancha
               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 'cross 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 
Threw my bottle in 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 
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 weathered trees and stars
                       F                       G                               C 
And we can open up that suitcase full of sparks