jack johnson’s home , try experimenting with bar chords cause he’s pretty into
those , this is the first tab i’ve done so please post any suggestions or point out errors .
intro :
D , Em , G
D
i gotta get home , there’s a garden to tend
all the fruit’s on the ground
Em
and the birds have all moved back into my attic whistling static
D
when the young learn to fly i will patch all the holes up again
D
well , i can’t believe that my lime tree is dead
Em
i thought it was sleeping , i guess it got fed up with not being fed
and i would be too i need food in my belly
D
and hope that my time isn’t soon .
D Em
so i try to understand what i can’t hold in my hand
G A D
and whatever i find , i’ll find my way back to you
D
and if you could try to find it too
Em
’cause this place has overgrown into waxing mood
G A D
home is wherever we are if there’s love there too
D
in the back of our house there’s a trail that won’t end
we were walking so far that it grew back in
Em
now there’s no trail at all , only grass growing tall
D
get out my machete and battle with time once again
Em D
but i’m ’bout to lose ’cause i’ll be damned if time don’t win
D
i gotta get home there’s a garden to tend
all the seeds from the fruit buried and began
Em
their own family trees , teach them thank you and please
D
as they spread their own roots then watch the young fruit grow again
Em D
this old trail will lead me right back to where it begins
D Em
so i try to understand what i can’t hold in my hand
G A D
and whatever i find , i’ll find my way back to you
D
and if you could try to find it too
Em
’cause this place has overgrown into waxing mood
G A D
home is wherever we are if there’s love there too
jack johnson’s home , try experimenting with bar chords cause he’s pretty into
those , this is the first tab i’ve done so please post any suggestions or point out errors .
intro :
D , Em , G
D
i gotta get home , there’s a garden to tend
all the fruit’s on the ground
Em
and the birds have all moved back into my attic whistling static
D
when the young learn to fly i will patch all the holes up again
D
well , i can’t believe that my lime tree is dead
Em
i thought it was sleeping , i guess it got fed up with not being fed
and i would be too i need food in my belly
D
and hope that my time isn’t soon .
D Em
so i try to understand what i can’t hold in my hand
G A D
and whatever i find , i’ll find my way back to you
D
and if you could try to find it too
Em
’cause this place has overgrown into waxing mood
G A D
home is wherever we are if there’s love there too
D
in the back of our house there’s a trail that won’t end
we were walking so far that it grew back in
Em
now there’s no trail at all , only grass growing tall
D
get out my machete and battle with time once again
Em D
but i’m ’bout to lose ’cause i’ll be damned if time don’t win
D
i gotta get home there’s a garden to tend
all the seeds from the fruit buried and began
Em
their own family trees , teach them thank you and please
D
as they spread their own roots then watch the young fruit grow again
Em D
this old trail will lead me right back to where it begins
D Em
so i try to understand what i can’t hold in my hand
G A D
and whatever i find , i’ll find my way back to you
D
and if you could try to find it too
Em
’cause this place has overgrown into waxing mood
G A D
home is wherever we are if there’s love there too
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