F Dm Dust settles on a thin cloud A# F C7 Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd A# Dm D# I've had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours A#/D C F C Staring at a line of white powder High-priced madness pays the tab I've scraped too much of nothing from your plastic bag I'm a catatonic son of a bitch who's had A touch too much of white powder Chorus: A# C F F7 And she's a habit Ican't handle A# C F F7 For a reason I can't say A# C Dm C I'm in love with a wild white lady A# C F She's as sweet as the stories say Dm C White powder white lady A# You're one and the same A7 Dm Come on down to my house won't you A# C F And hit this boy again Shock waves to a tired brain Sends that hungry lady to my door again She's my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain Entertaining white powder I feel I'm dry-docked and tongue-tied Heaven sends a stretcher for the kids to ride I might just escape while the others might die Riding on a high of white powder Chorus I feel I'm dry-docked and tongue-tied Heaven sends a stretcher for the kids to ride I might just escape while the others might die Riding on a high of white powder Chorus White powder White lady (White lady) Hit this boy again | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# A7 C C7 D Dm D# F F7 |