A# Gm Cm G# x2 A# Gm Found a place nothingʼs ever there Cm G# made a little space big enough to pitch a tent A# Gm a hideaway I hadnʼt ever gone Cm G# ʼtil I whacked my way under the overgrowth A# Gm I found a place I found a place D# Cm I found a place I whacked my way A# Gm and looking back to discover my tracks Cm G# dirty hands and light through the branches A# A# F#maj7 F x2 A# D# found myself a breathing place A# D# got room to stand up straight A# Dm F and if I wanna lay around I can D# A# find way to pass the time D# A# flat down or on my side F#maj7 F and in a while I close my eyes G# G# C# C# D# D# D# D# G# you can C# you can D# come on D# (NO Vocals) G# you can be too rich C# and you can be too thin D# and you can take it with you D# wherever you go G# you must talk to stangers C# when you visit a new park D# you might ask the park ranger D# where you should park G# you can be too rich C# and you can be too thin D# and you can take it with you D# G# the things that you learn
