Tom: F
F
Dm
Bb7M
F/C
F
Dm
Bb7M
F/C
F
C
/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
C/F
And she's a habit I can't handle
Bb
F
C/F
For a reason I can't say
Bb
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
Bb7M
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)
F
Dm
White powder, white lady,
Bb
C
F
Hit this boy again
(REPEAT, FADE)