The Classic Crime - The Beginning Ukulele

Capo 1

C                           Csus4
I left my heart in a plastic box
           C
on the bedside table.
    Csus4                         C             Csus4
It will be locked 'til I get home.
C
I've grown feeble and tired of the world,
              Csus4
Tired of constantly missing my girl.
         C                         Csus4
And I long to smell the sea
          C                        Csus4
And I long to smell the sea

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

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

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

       G
If a simple seed gets just what it needs,
           Csus4                  C
then a redwood tree can grow
            G
up to a hundred feet for the world to see,
            Csus4                        C
and endure the sleet and the snow.
         G
But if my whole life was wrapped and priced,
              Csus4                      C
I wonder what the tag would show.
                    G
'Cause every time I'm close to the holy ghost,
             Csus4                C
I always seem to let her go.

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

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

 C                            Csus4
I left my heart in a plastic box
            C
on the bedside table.
    Csus4                         C
It will be locked 'til I get home.