Jack Johnson - F-stop blues

H^Eermit crabs and co^G#mwry shells Cru^Ash beneath his feet as he^B comes towards you ^EHe's ^G#mwaving at ^Ayou

Lift him^E up to see^G#m what you can see H^Ae begins his f^Bocusing H^Ee's aim^G#ming at you^A

And now he ^Ehas cutaways from ^G#mmemories And^A close-ups of anythi^Bng that H^Ee has seen or even ^G#mdreamed And now^A he's finished f^Bocusing

He^E's imagining lig^G#mhtning St^Ariking sea s^Bickness A^Eway f^G#mrom here^A

L^Eook who's laughing^G#m now that yo^Au've wast^Bed ^EHow many yea^G#mrs and you've ba^Arely even ta^Bsted ^EAnything remotely^G#m close to Ev^Aerything you've^B boasted about L^Eook who's^G#m crying now^A

D^Eriftwood floats, after ^G#myears of erosion I^Ancoming tide touches^A roots to expose them Q^Euicksand steals m^G#my shoe Clo^Auds bring the f-sto^Bp blues

L^Eook who's laughing^G#m now that yo^Au've wast^Bed ^EHow many yea^G#mrs and you've ba^Arely even ta^Bsted ^EAnything remotely^G#m close to Ev^Aerything you've^B boasted about L^Eook who's^G#m crying now^A