Tom: F
F Dm Bb7+ F/C F Dm Bb7+ F/C
F C / Dm Dm
Dust settles on a thin cloud
Bb F C7
Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd
Bb Bb7 C
I've had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours
C/E F
Staring at a line of white pow-der
F C Dm
High-priced madness pays the tab
Bb F C7
I've scraped too much of nothing from your plastic bag
Bb Bb7 C
I'm a catatonic son of a bitch who's had
C C/E F
A touch too much of white pow-der
Bb F F C/F
And she's a habit I can't handle
Bb F F C/F
For a reason I can't say
Bb F F C/F
I'm in love with a wild white lady
Bb C
She's as sweet as the stories say
Dm F/C
White powder white lady
Bb
You're one and the same
F/A Bb7
Come on down to my house won't you
Bb C F Dm Bb7+ C
And hit this boy again
F Dm
Shock waves to a tired brain
Bb F C7
Sends that hungry lady to my door again
Bb Bb7 C
She's my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain
C C/E F
Entertaining white pow-der
F Dm
I feel I'm dry-docked and tongue-tied
Bb F C7
Heaven sends a stretcher for the kids to ride
Bb Bb7 C
I might just escape while the others might die
C C/E F
Riding on a high of white pow-der
(CHORUS)
(INSTRUMENTAL)
(CHORUS)
F Dm
White powder, white lady,
Bb C F
Hit this boy again
(REPEAT, FADE)
