Owl City - Field Notes: Ukulele Chords

        D#               Fm
We were heading on home, deasil in me
        G#                  A#
Down an old gravel road way out in the country
Cm                  A#                     Fm7 D#
Tuckered out after working the fields all-day
     G#               A#
When all of a sudden, off like a shot
     D#                    Cm                  D#
That dog took off running, barkin' his head off
    G#               Fm                          G#
Wherever he went, he went like there was hell to pay

So lickety-split, I crashed through the fields
Chasin' after that hound and I was hot on his heels
When we both went over the edge of a deep ravine
As I crawled up the bank cold and soaked to the bone
A glint caught my eye from the mud where it shone
Something was buried there alongside the stream
Now the middle of a field is a pretty odd
place to find
Some kind of trunk or a chest or a crate
But buried under the earth, I saw a corner exposed
No, there wasn't a map or a note or a key
It was clearly forgotten just waiting for me
Like I was supposed to find it there right
under my nose

It had laid there for years, deep in the dirt
So I dug it out and wiped my hands on my shirt
I pried up the lid and excitedly peered inside
And what I saw was a sight to behold
'Cause that tattered old trunk was crammed
full of gold
My eyes bugged out, it was enough to make
a grown man cry
Big golden bricks with a shimmery sheen
They were a staggering sight to a poor boy like me
And right then and there, I knew what I had to do
So with a smile, I sold what little I had
I gave my pots and my pans to my mom and my dad
And then I bought that field

And then, full of joy, I said goodbye to my shack
It wasn't much of a home so I never looked back
And I never questioned the choice I happily made
I said, "I need that field whatever it takes"
You might call it foolish but I'd call it faith
Trusting in God so gladly, you can't hardly wait
And that's how I learned how a rich fella counts
His treasure in heaven, not under the ground
'Cause betting the farm is well worth the risk
To carefully keep such a beautiful
gift that's yours forever
It's a pretty good deal
There's a couple of things more precious than gold
One is your heart and the other's your soul
And you've got something unique that nobody
can steal

        G                      D
It's a fable, you see and the moral is this
      G                  C           Em      D
Your heart's with your treasure, wherever it is
     Am                C
And trust me when you dig, a treasure
     B7  Em  D
will be revealed
        Am                     C
And you never know what could be
               G            D
buried in the middle of a field