Holes to Heaven - Jack Johnson

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The air was more than human
And the heat was more than hungry
                                             Em
And the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes

The bulls were running wild
Because they're big and mean and sacred
And the children playing cricket with no shoes

	Bm
	That morning we woke up man
	To a seven-hour drive
	     C
	Well there we were stuck in port blair
	      C7
	Where boats break and children stare

		G	                     D
		And there were so many fewer questions
		Em  		        Bm                     C       Bm  Am
		When stars were still just the holes to heaven,    mhmm
		G	                     D
		Man there were so many fewer questions
		Em  		       Bm                      C       Bm  Am
		When stars were still just the holes to heaven,    mhmm...

Disembarking from the port
With no mistakes of any sort
Moving south the engine running smooth

Officials were quite friendly
Once we drowned them with our sweet talk
And we bribed them with our cigarettes and booze

	Next morning we woke up, man, with the sunrise to the right
	Moving back north to port Blaire
	Where boats break and children stare
	And there were so many fewer questions
	When stars were still just the holes to heaven, mhmm

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