The Classic Crime - The beginning

^DI left my heart in a plastic^Dsus4 box on the beds^Dide table. It w^Dsus4ill be locked 'til I get home.^{D Dsus4 D}I've grown feeble and tired of the world, Tired of const^Dsus4antly missing my girl. And I lon^Dg to smell the sea ^Dsus4 And I long^D to smell the sea ^Dsus4

The sea^D, the sea ^G The sea, The sea, The sea, yeah!

I miss the Pacif^Dic Ocean and the northwestern air, and to run each ^Gof my fingers through the strands of her hair. I've been all o^Dver this country lately, but I've been nowhere^G it seems, nowhere. Well, I've foun^Ad the cure for my landlocked blues. It's coming home t^Go you. It's coming home t^Go you. ^D

You, oh ^G You, oh ^D You, oh ^G You, oh!^D

If a si^Ample seed gets just what it needs, then a redw^Dsus4ood tree can grow ^D up to a hund^Ared feet for the world to see, and endure t^Dsus4he sleet and the snow. ^D But if my^A whole life was wrapped and priced, I wonder what ^Dsus4the tag would show. ^D 'Cause every time I'^Am close to the holy ghost, I always seem^Dsus4 to let her go. ^D

I let her go,^A I let her go^G. ^D I let her go, I let her go. I let her go, I let her go. I let her go, I let her go. Go, go.

I let her go,^A I let her go^G. ^D I let her go, I let her go. Go, go.

I^D left my heart in a plastic b^Dsus4ox on the bedsi^Dde table. It w^Dsus4ill be locked 'til I get home.^D