The White Buffalo – Todays Tomorrow (Guitar)

                             F         C
She's taking it down, in cap size increments

                               F   G
She'll have one more, take her medicine

    C              F        C             G
She hopes for some more and soon she will pray

                    F          C
Today's tomorrow, tomorrow's today

    G                           C     F  C  F
She ties, ties, ties herself in knots

          G                            C     F  C  F
And she's down at the bar, taking some shots

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And one leads to four and four leads to five

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She's numbing herself 'til I'm not alive

        C                    F           C
Well, I pamper myself with a couple more

                                  F            G
Oh, the streetcars sound like the waves on the shore

    C       F             C       G
The traffic tide pulls me slowly away

                    F          C
Today's tomorrow, tomorrow's today

      G                                                C     F  C  F
And I won't be coming down, I'm busy mending my broken heart

      G                                    C     F  C  F
And I lie, I lie, I lie, you don't need to start

      G                                 C     F  C  F  G
And I dumbed myself down, thinking it's smart

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Better off alone than apart

C
I was wrong

F               G
You were wrong

        C
In each others' eyes

          F
And I, oooh, you were right

       G
In our own minds

        C                        F          C
Well, I stare at the bottles with cancelled eyes

                                            F              G
The drunks, the dogs and the children, have truth in their lies

    C              F        C           G
I'd hope one would come and show me the way

                    F          C
Today's tomorrow, tomorrow's today

      G                                    C     F  C  F
Well, I'm stumbling home, going to pay the price

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And, I'll try not to be cold, I'm gonna make it nice

      G                                     C      F  C  F
But I poured my heart out with the bottle I filled

    G                               C     F  C  
But walking home to you is always uphill