Gregory Alan Isakov - Suitcase full of sparks

^CTravelling through the ^Ggraveyard With a ^Amsuitcase full of ^Gsparks Honey I^F'm still trying to f^Gind my way to y^Cou ^G

^CLit up every ^Gcampfire ^AmFound out in the ^Gdark Oh I c^Fut down all the c^Gottonwoods ^C

^CPicked up all the ^Garrow heads Off ^Ambuffalo trails of the ^GIndians The ^FOklahoma ^Gsky was cutting ^Cthrough ^G

^CAlong the tracks with the ^Grunaway kid He ^Amtalks and talks and ^Gtalks Honey I^F'm just trying to f^Gind my way to y^Cou

And ^CI quit ^Ecounting ^Amstars that ^Fnight In the ^Ccold by the s^Fatellite f^Eield And ^AmI quit ^Gpanning ^Cgold running h^Foles Yeah I^C'm just trying to f^Gind my way to y^Cou

^CSwam across Sa^Gpancha Took a ^Amtrain to Cata^Gloo I ^Copened up my ^Gguitar case And ^Amall the songs were ^Gblue

I ^Chaunted all the ^Galleys Lord I ^Amdrifted 'cross the ^Gvalleys Honey I^F'm just trying to f^Gind my way to y^Cou

And ^CI quit ^Ecasting ^Amhooks ^FOff the Cali^Cfornia coast we ^Fheld so ^Edear And ^AmI quit ^Gflashing ^Csmiles and running w^Fild Yeah I^C'm just trying to f^Gind my way to y^Cou

Threw my ^Cbottle in the ^Gocean She ^Amnever wrote me ^Gback All the ^Fcountless days a^Gcross the sea of ^Cblue ^G

Learned the ^Clanguage of the ^Gmocking bird ^AmTook and twisted ^Gall my words Honey I^F'm just trying to f^Gind my way to y^Cou

And I'll ^Emeet you in the ^Fgraveyard With the ^Fweathered trees and ^Gstars ^G7 And we can ^Fopen up that ^Gsuitcase full of ^Csparks