Verse
A
I thought of going south, with California in my head,
F#m
Somewhere in Mendocino with the girl from Fort Bragg
D E D A
Holding tight to my jacket, things have gotten better than I said.
A
I thought of getting back in school, but thought again instead,
F#m
of Singing songs in bars, and basements for my friends
D E D A
But the rains of my Seatle, babe help me to sleep in my bed.
[Chorus]
D E D A
But I want to sing for short hair in a dress,
D E D A
Guess my plans have Changed some yes.
[Verse]
A
We lost our Indiana to a smiling little boy,
F#m
Who calls him his daddy, though he left us with a void,
D E D A
And an empty bar room seat, where we still raise our drinks
A
Now my nights are getting longer and its so damn hard to sleep,
F#m
Except for our Sundays, it's a promise that we keep,
D E D A
To sleep in later and have a pint before we eat.
[Chorus]
D E D A
But I want to sing for short hair in a dress,
D E D A
Guess my plans have Changed some yes.
[Verse]
A
I'm trying to relax more to make her cry some less,
F#m
But the hour's getting late 'cause I'm a fucking mess,
D E D A
I just want it to mean something, more than anything else I guess,
A
So forgive me when I drink too much, it really is much less,
F#m
But when I wake up so unhappy but refused to stay depressed,
D E D A
I'm almost to next Sunday, where I'll finally get some rest
[Chorus]
D E D A
But I want to sing for short hair in a dress,
D E D A
Guess my plans have Changed some yes.