A F#m Bm G x2 A F#m Found a place nothingʼs ever there Bm G made a little space big enough to pitch a tent A F#m a hideaway I hadnʼt ever gone Bm G ʼtil I whacked my way under the overgrowth A F#m I found a place I found a place D Bm I found a place I whacked my way A F#m and looking back to discover my tracks Bm G dirty hands and light through the branches A A Fmaj7 E x2 A D found myself a breathing place A D got room to stand up straight A C#m E and if I wanna lay around I can D A find way to pass the time D A flat down or on my side Fmaj7 E 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
