FDm Bb7+ F/CFDm Bb7+ F/CFC / DmDm
Dust settles on a thin cloud
BbFC7
Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd
BbBb7C
I've had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours
C/EF
Staring at a line of white pow-der
FCDm
High-priced madness pays the tab
BbFC7
I've scraped too much of nothing from your plastic bag
BbBb7C
I'm a catatonic son of a bitch who's had
CC/EFA touch too much of white pow-der
BbFFC/F
And she's a habit I can't handle
BbFFC/F
For a reason I can't say
BbFFC/F
I'm in love with a wild white lady
BbC
She's as sweet as the stories say
DmF/C
White powder white lady
Bb
You're one and the same
F/ABb7
Come on down to my house won't you
BbCFDm Bb7+ C
And hit this boy again
FDm
Shock waves to a tired brain
BbFC7
Sends that hungry lady to my door again
BbBb7C
She's my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain
CC/EF
Entertaining white pow-der
FDm
I feel I'm dry-docked and tongue-tied
BbFC7
Heaven sends a stretcher for the kids to ride
BbBb7C
I might just escape while the others might die
CC/EF
Riding on a high of white pow-der
(Chorus)
(Instrumental)
(Chorus)
FDm
White powder, white lady,
BbCF
Hit this boy again
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.