The Classic Crime - The beginning

^CI left my heart in a plastic^Csus4 box on the beds^Cide table. It w^Csus4ill be locked 'til I get home.^{C Csus4 C}I've grown feeble and tired of the world, Tired of const^Csus4antly missing my girl. And I lon^Cg to smell the sea ^Csus4 And I long^C to smell the sea ^Csus4

The sea^C, the sea ^F The sea, The sea, The sea, yeah!

I miss the Pacif^Cic Ocean and the northwestern air, and to run each ^Fof my fingers through the strands of her hair. I've been all o^Cver this country lately, but I've been nowhere^F it seems, nowhere. Well, I've foun^Gd the cure for my landlocked blues. It's coming home t^Fo you. It's coming home t^Fo you. ^C

You, oh ^F You, oh ^C You, oh ^F You, oh!^C

If a si^Gmple seed gets just what it needs, then a redw^Csus4ood tree can grow ^C up to a hund^Gred feet for the world to see, and endure t^Csus4he sleet and the snow. ^C But if my^G whole life was wrapped and priced, I wonder what ^Csus4the tag would show. ^C 'Cause every time I'^Gm close to the holy ghost, I always seem^Csus4 to let her go. ^C

I let her go,^G I let her go^F. ^C 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,^G I let her go^F. ^C I let her go, I let her go. Go, go.

I^C left my heart in a plastic b^Csus4ox on the bedsi^Cde table. It w^Csus4ill be locked 'til I get home.^C