Intro -x4-: C G Am G

Verse:
C                      G
Travelling through the graveyard
       Am               G
With a suitcase full of sparks
       F                   G              C   G
Honey, I'm still trying to find my way to you


C            G
Lit up every campfire
  Am               G
I Found out in the dark
      F                G          C
Oh, I cut down all the cottonwoods

Interlude -x2-: C G Am G

C                 G
Picked up all the arrow heads
    Am                    G
Off buffalo trails of the Indians
    F        G               C       G
The Oklahoma sky was cutting through


C                         G
Along the tracks with the runaway
        Am                  G
He just talks and talks and talks
       F                  G              C
Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you


    C      E        Am         F
And I quit counting stars that night
       C            F         E
In the cold, by the satellite field
    Am     G       C             F
And I quit panning gold, digging holes
      C                  G              C
Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you

Interlude -x4-: C G Am G

C               G
Swam across The Poncha
       Am           G
Took a train to Cataloo
  C            G
I opened up my guitar case
    Am                 G
And all the songs were blue


  C               G
I haunted all the alleys
       Am               G
Lord I drifted down the valleys
       F                  G              C
Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you


    C      E       Am
And I quit casting Hooks
F           C               F       E
Off the California coast we held so dear
    Am     G        C                   F
And I quit flashing smiles, and running wild
      C                  G              C
Yeah, I'm just trying to find my way to you

Interlude -x2-: C G Am G

         C             G
Threw my bottle to the ocean
    Am             G
She never wrote me back
        F               G                C    G
All the countless days across the sea of blue


            C               G
Learned the language of the mocking bird
    Am               G
She took and twisted all my words
       F                  G              C
Honey, I'm just trying to find my way to you


         E               Am
And I'll meet you in the graveyard
         F                G      G7
With the winter trees and stars
             F            G                C
Oh, we could open up that suitcase full of sparks

Outro -x4-: C G Am G