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