Cold Beer and Cigarettes Lyrics

Cold Beer And Cigarettes (acoustic) by David Bazan
A white ghost, making his way up the west coast Trying to focus his
high hopes on a vagina or two He's taking his chances
Meanwhile, back in his living room Bright smiles are watching his toddler
run speed trials Over a grandmother's rug And nature advances
Up the interstate He's been awake And pretty drunk for three whole
Days. No one wants to stop Until they get to where they're going
I'll get to where I'm going pretty soon
So he takes another drink 'Cause watching the scenery bleed
Into each similar scene Isn't as sweet as it had been in his dreams
solo over verse with slightly different ending:
It's faster to buy cigarettes and some cold beer If you don't rattle the
cashier By asking her back to your room. She's calling security
Our car's on fire in the parking lot And nobody wants it to rain
But God isn't listening So all of the windshields glisten
The water and oil mix Causing the fire to spread
To five or six innocent automobiles Sitting in their nearby spots
What a cruel God we've got
Am Em F C Dm G G7 C (sing lower octave)
Right on, right on, right on Right on, right on
Right on, right on, right on Right on, right on
So he takes another drink 'Cause watching the scenery bleed
Into each similar scene Isn't as sweet as it had been in his dreams