David Bazan - Cold beer and cigarettes

A ^Cwhite ghost, making his way up the west coast Trying to focus his ^Bbhigh hopes on a vagina or ^Amtwo He's ^Bbtaking his ^Fchances

^CMeanwhile, back in his living room Bright smiles are watching his toddler run ^Bbspeed trials Over a grandmother's ^Amrug And ^Bbnature ^Fadvances

^AbUp the ^Finter^Bbstate ^GHe's been ^Cmawake And pr^Abetty dr^Bbunk for th^Gree whole ^AbDays. No one ^Fwants to ^Bbstop ^GUntil they ^Cmget to ^Bbwhere they're ^Abgoing

I'll ^Cmget to ^Bbwhere I'm ^Abgoing ^Gpretty soon ^G7 So he ^Ctakes another ^Gmdrink 'Cause watching the scenery ^Fbleed

In^Fmto each similar ^Cscene ^AmIsn't as sweet as ^Git had ^Fbeen in ^Chis dreams solo over verse with slightly different ending: C Bb Am F F

It's ^Cfaster to buy cigarettes and some cold beer If you don't rattle the ^Bbcashier By asking her back to your ^F/Aroom. She's ^Gcalling security

^FOur car's on fire in the parking lot And nobody wants it to ^Crain But God isn't listening So all of the windshields ^Fglisten The water and oil mix Causing the fire to ^Cspread To five or six innocent automo^Gbiles ^G7Sitting in their nearby ^Fspots ^FmWhat a cruel God we've ^Cgot

Right ^Amon, right ^Emon, right ^Fon^C Right ^Dmon, right ^Gon ^{G7 C} Right ^Amon, right ^Emon, right ^Fon^C Right ^Dmon, right ^Gon ^G7

So he ^Ctakes another ^Gmdrink 'Cause watching the scenery ^Fbleed In^Fmto each similar ^Cscene ^AmIsn't as sweet as ^Git had ^Fbeen in ^Chis dreams