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