Song: A Self Called Nowhere
Album: John Henry
Verse 1:
I'm [Gm]sitting on the curb [D] by the
[F]empty parking lot [E] of the
[Cm]store where they [D4]let me [D]play the [G]organ[E]
Am Am w/ major 7
I'm waiting for my ride
Bt I [Cm]want to wait inside [Eb] [m] of the [Bb]store
where they l[E]et me play the [Bb]Organ
Pre Chorus:
But I'm [Ebm]thinking of a wooden chai[F]r
In the [Ebm]room at the top of the stai[F]r
Eb m N.C.
And I'm looking down the stairwell
at the vanishing
Chorus:
[Gb]dot on the map of the spo[E]t
Let me take you [Eb]there
The dotted [Gb]line surrounding the m[E]ind
of a self-called n[Eb]owhere
It's a thing named "[Gb]it" in a bottomless [E]pit
You can't see it t[Eb]here
The sunken he[Gb]ad that lies in the [E]bed
of a self-called no[Eb]where
Bridge: ( Chorus chords )
Verse 2:
Standing in my yard
where they tore down the garage
to make room for the torn down garage
I'm looking for my car
But I must've sold my car
when I needed to buy an electric organ
Pre Chorus:
But I'm thinking of a wooden chair
In the room at the top of the stair
And I'm looking down the stairwell
at
Chorus:
the vanishing dot on the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line surrounding the mind
of a self-called nowhere
It's a thing named "it" in a bottomless pit
You can't see it there
The sunken head that lies in the bed
of a self-called nowhere
Bridge: ( Chorus chords )
Chorus W/ Phaser:
the vanishing dot on the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line surrounding the mind
of a self-called nowhere
It's a thing named "it" in a bottomless pit
You can't see it there
The sunken head that lies in the bed
of a self-called nowhere
Album: John Henry
Verse 1:
I'm [Gm]sitting on the curb [D] by the
[F]empty parking lot [E] of the
[Cm]store where they [D4]let me [D]play the [G]organ[E]
Am Am w/ major 7
I'm waiting for my ride
Bt I [Cm]want to wait inside [Eb] [m] of the [Bb]store
where they l[E]et me play the [Bb]Organ
Pre Chorus:
But I'm [Ebm]thinking of a wooden chai[F]r
In the [Ebm]room at the top of the stai[F]r
Eb m N.C.
And I'm looking down the stairwell
at the vanishing
Chorus:
[Gb]dot on the map of the spo[E]t
Let me take you [Eb]there
The dotted [Gb]line surrounding the m[E]ind
of a self-called n[Eb]owhere
It's a thing named "[Gb]it" in a bottomless [E]pit
You can't see it t[Eb]here
The sunken he[Gb]ad that lies in the [E]bed
of a self-called no[Eb]where
Bridge: ( Chorus chords )
Verse 2:
Standing in my yard
where they tore down the garage
to make room for the torn down garage
I'm looking for my car
But I must've sold my car
when I needed to buy an electric organ
Pre Chorus:
But I'm thinking of a wooden chair
In the room at the top of the stair
And I'm looking down the stairwell
at
Chorus:
the vanishing dot on the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line surrounding the mind
of a self-called nowhere
It's a thing named "it" in a bottomless pit
You can't see it there
The sunken head that lies in the bed
of a self-called nowhere
Bridge: ( Chorus chords )
Chorus W/ Phaser:
the vanishing dot on the map of the spot
Let me take you there
The dotted line surrounding the mind
of a self-called nowhere
It's a thing named "it" in a bottomless pit
You can't see it there
The sunken head that lies in the bed
of a self-called nowhere
