The Beginning by The Classic Crime

Capo 1

D                           Dsus4
I left my heart in a plastic box
           D
on the bedside table.
    Dsus4                         D             Dsus4
It will be locked 'til I get home.
D
I've grown feeble and tired of the world,
              Dsus4
Tired of constantly missing my girl.
         D                         Dsus4
And I long to smell the sea
          D                        Dsus4
And I long to smell the sea

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

                D
I miss the Pacific Ocean
and the northwestern air,
                G
and to run each of my fingers
through the strands of her hair.
               D
I've been all over this country lately,
                     G
but I've been nowhere it seems, nowhere.
               A
Well, I've found the cure
for my landlocked blues.
                  G
It's coming home to you.
                  G                          D
It's coming home to you.

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

       A
If a simple seed gets just what it needs,
           Dsus4                  D
then a redwood tree can grow
            A
up to a hundred feet for the world to see,
            Dsus4                        D
and endure the sleet and the snow.
         A
But if my whole life was wrapped and priced,
              Dsus4                      D
I wonder what the tag would show.
                    A
'Cause every time I'm close to the holy ghost,
             Dsus4                D
I always seem to let her go.

             A            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.
I let her go, I let her go.
Go, go.

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

 D                            Dsus4
I left my heart in a plastic box
            D
on the bedside table.
    Dsus4                         D
It will be locked 'til I get home.


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