The White Buffalo - Avalon

^GBilly wasn't sober He got^C pulled over in ^Gchinatown ^{C G}Liquor on his breath Stuffs a p^Cistol in the cushion Rolls the^G window down Oh well, his ^Cheart it races like a ^Ghundred-yard dash St^Cone cold on his face ^G Pol^Ciceman sends him rel^Guctantly on his way ^D

^GBilly wasn't sober He was^C hungover It was^G 10 am ^{C G}Another day of work Cl^Cutching the pillow like his^G only friend Oh well he's p^Cast his prime He's a d^Ginosaur St^Ceadfast in his ways ^{G C}No aces left but he ^Gstill has cards to play ^D

And he ^Ghopes today he'll ^Gswim his way to ^CAva^Glon He's not ^Call the ^Gway d^Down

^GBilly's getting older The chip^C on his shoulder's getting^G heavier ^{C G}Weight of the world Sp^Cins and skids into ^Goblivion This ain't l^Civing, it's waiting 'round^G to die There mu^Cst be another way ^{G C}Under his breath he says, ^G"Things have got to change" ^D

And he ^Ghopes today he'll ^Gswim his way to ^CAva^Glon He's not ^Call the ^Gway d^Down And he ^Ghopes today he'll ^Gswim his way to ^CAva^Glon He's not ^Call the ^Gway d^Down

Searching but he ^Cgot no ^Gsoul Wishing he could ^Cflip a ^Gswitch Turn his ^Clife a^Ground and ^Cface the ^Gfact That ^Dlife's a bitch

And he ^Ghopes today he'll ^Gswim his way to ^CAva^Glon He's not ^Call the ^Gway d^Down And he ^Ghopes today he'll ^Gswim his way to ^CAva^Glon He's not ^Call the ^Gway d^Down And he ^Ghopes today he'll ^Gswim his way to ^CAva^Glon He's not ^Call the ^Gway d^Down