Jack Johnson - Fstop Blues

E                B   
Hermit crabs and cowry shells    
          A    
Crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you    
     E         B A    
He's waving at you    
     
     
        E               B    
Lift him up to see what you can see    
A    
He begins his focusing    
     E         B A    
He's aiming at you    
     
     
               E             B    
And now he has cutaways from memories    
A    
And close-ups of anything that    
E              B    
He has seen or even dreamed    
    A    
And now he's finished focusing    
     
     
     E         B    
He's imagining lightning    
A    
Striking sea sickness    
E    B    A    
Away from here    
     
     
E                   G#       A      B    
Look who's laughing now that you've wasted    
E        G#               A           B    
How many years and you've barely even tasted    
E                 G#    
Anything remotely close to    
A                 B    
Everything you've boasted about    
E                 G#      A       B       
Look who's crying now    
     
     
E                       B    
Driftwood floats, after years of erosion    
A    
Incoming tide touches roots to expose them,    
E         B    
Quicksand steals my shoe,    
A    
Clouds bring the f-stop blues    
     
     
E                   G#       A      B    
Look who's laughing now that you've wasted    
E        G#               A           B    
How many years and you've barely even tasted    
E                 G#    
Anything remotely close to    
A                 B    
Everything you've boasted about    
E                 G#      A       B       
Look who's crying now 
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