The White Buffalo - Todays tomorrow

She's taking it down, in cap ^Fsize incre^Cments She'll have one more, take her ^Fmedi^Gcine She ^Chopes for some ^Fmore and ^Csoon she will ^Gpray Today's tomorrow, to^Fmorrow's to^Cday

She ^Gties, ties, ties herself in ^Cknots ^{F C F} And she's ^Gdown at the bar, taking some ^Cshots ^{F C F} And ^Gone leads to four and four leads to ^Cfive ^{F C F} She's ^Gnumbing herself 'til I'm not a^Clive ^{F C F C F C F}

Well, I ^Cpamper myself with a ^Fcouple more ^C Oh, the streetcars sound like the ^Fwaves on the ^Gshore The ^Ctraffic ^Ftide pulls me ^Cslowly a^Gway Today's tomorrow, to^Fmorrow's to^Cday

And I ^Gwon't be coming down, I'm busy mending my broken ^Cheart ^{F C F} And I ^Glie, I lie, I lie, you don't need to ^Cstart ^{F C F} And I ^Gdumbed myself down, thinking it's ^Csmart ^{F C F G} Better off alone than a^Cpart ^{F C F C F C F}

^CI was wrong ^FYou were wrong ^G In each ^Cothers' eyes

And I, ooo^Fh, you were right In our ^Gown minds

Well, I ^Cstare at the bottles with^F cancelled ^Ceyes The drunks, the dogs and the children, have ^Ftruth in their ^Glies I'd ^Chope one would ^Fcome and ^Cshow me the ^Gway Today's tomorrow, to^Fmorrow's to^Cday

Well, ^GI'm stumbling home, going to pay the ^Cprice ^{F C F} And, I'll ^Gtry not to be cold, I'm gonna make it ^Cnice ^{F C F} But I ^Gpoured my heart out with the bottle I ^Cfilled ^{F C F} But ^Gwalking home to you is always up^Chill ^{F C}