Her mit crabs and cow ry shells crush be (Bb)neath his feet as he comes towards you.
He’s
wav ing at you.
Lift him up to see what you can see.
He be gins his fo cus ing.
He’s
aim ing at you.
And now he has cut a ways from mem o ries and
close ups of an y thing that he has seen or e ven dreamed.
And now he’s fin ished fo cus ing.
He’s
i mag in ing light ning
strik ing sea sick ness a way
from (Bb)here.
(F)Look who’s laugh ing now
that you’ve
wast (C)ed
(F)how man y years?
And you’ve (Bb)bare ly e ven tast (C)ed
(F)an y thing re mote ly close to (Bb)ev ’ry thing you’ve boast ed a bout.
(F)Look who’s cry ing now.
Drift wood floats af ter (C)years of e ro sion.
(Bb)In com ing tide touch es roots to ex pose them.
Quick sand steals my (C)shoes.
Clouds bring the f stop blues.
This page shows “F-stop Blues” by Jack Johnson in our color-coded kid songbook view — every note is colored by pitch (red C, orange D, yellow E, green F, blue G, purple A, pink B) and the lyrics sit directly under each note, so children can sing along while they play. The song is in the key of Bb at 128 BPM, a comfortable easy-level arrangement perfect for first-time learners.