F  Dm  Bb7M  F/C  F  Dm  Bb7M  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  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)

(INSTRUMENTAL)

(CHORUS)


      F             Dm  
White powder, white lady,
Bb       C    F
Hit this boy again

(REPEAT, FADE)