Jack Johnson Holes to Heaven

Tom: G Riff 1 Riff 1 the air was more than human the heat was more than hungry Em the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes Riff 1 the bulls were running wild because their big and mean and sacred Em the children were playing cricket with no shoes B the next morning we woke up with a seven hour drive C there we were in stuck in port blaire where boats break and children stare G D there were so many fewer questions Em Bm C Bm Am when stars were still just the holes to heaven G D and there were so many fewer questions Em Bm C Bm Am when stars were still just the holes to heaven Riff 1 disembarking from the port with no mistakes of any sort Em moving south the engine running smooth Riff 1 officials were quite friendly once we drowned them with our sweet talk Em and bribed them with our cigarettes and booze B the next morning we woke up with the sunrise to the right C Moving back north to port claire Where boats break and children stare G D there were so many fewer questions Em Bm C Bm Am when stars were still just the holes to heaven G D and there were so many fewer questions Em Bm C Bm Am when stars were still just the holes to heaven Riff 1 Riff 2: