Suitcase Full of Sparks-Gregory Alan Isakov

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[00:00.00]Suitcase Full of Sparks - Gregory Alan Isakov
[00:20.97]Traveling through the graveyard
[00:22.34]With a suitcase full of sparks
[00:25.53]Honey I'm just trying to find my way to you
[00:31.20]Lit up every campfire I found out in the dark
[00:35.51]Oh I cut down all the cottonwoods
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[00:49.02]I picked up all the arrowheads
[00:51.28]Off buffalo trails of the Indians
[00:53.96]The Oklahoma sky was cutting through
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[00:58.64]Along the tracks with the Runaway
[01:01.33]He just talks and talks and talks
[01:04.01]Honey I'm just trying to find my way to you
[01:09.50]I quit counting stars that night in
[01:14.15]The cold by the satellite field
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[01:19.79]And I quit panning gold
[01:22.98]Digging holes
[01:24.22]Yeah I'm just trying to find my way to you
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[01:38.08]Swam across the Poncha
[01:40.20]Took a train to Cataloo
[01:42.94]Opened up my guitar case and
[01:45.31]All the songs were blue
[01:48.19]I haunted all the alleys
[01:49.76]Lord I drifted down the valleys
[01:52.82]Honey I'm just trying to find my way to you
[01:58.50]And I quit casting hooks off the
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[02:03.31]California coast we held so dear
[02:07.43]And I quit flashing smiles and running wild
[02:13.74]Yeah I'm just trying to find my way to you
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[02:36.59]Threw my bottle to the ocean
[02:39.52]She never wrote me back
[02:41.57]All the countless days along the sea of blue
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[02:46.83]Learned the language of the Mockingbird
[02:48.64]She took and twisted all my words
[02:52.13]Yeah I'm just trying to find my way to you
[02:57.43]And I'll meet you in the graveyard
[03:00.43]With the winter trees and stars
[03:06.35]Oh we could open up this
[03:09.17]Suitcase full of sparks