Verse 
C 
I thought of going south, with California in my head, 
Am 
Somewhere in Mendocino with the girl from Fort Bragg 
        F                   G                  F             C 
Holding tight to my jacket, things have gotten better than I said. 
C 
I thought of getting back in school, but thought again instead, 
Am 
of Singing songs in bars, and basements for my friends 
        F                   G               F           C 
But the rains of my Seatle, babe help me to sleep in my bed. 


[Refrão]
Chorus 
F             G      F              C 
But I want   to sing for short hair in a dress, 
F        G          F            C 
Guess my plans have Changed some yes. 

Verse 
C 
We lost our Indiana to a smiling little boy, 
Am 
Who calls him his daddy, though he left us with a void, 
       F                    G        F               C 
And an empty bar room seat, where we still raise our drinks 
C 
Now my nights are getting longer and its so damn hard to sleep, 
Am 
Except for our Sundays, it's a promise that we keep, 
            F         G      F              C 
To sleep in later and have a pint before we eat. 


[Refrão]
Chorus 
F             G      F              C 
But I want   to sing for short hair in a dress, 
F        G          F            C 
Guess my plans have Changed some yes. 

Verse 
C 
I'm trying to relax more to make her cry some less, 
Am 
But the hour's getting late 'cause I'm a fucking mess, 
       F                          G         F               C 
I just want it to mean something, more than anything else I guess, 
C 
So forgive me when I drink too much, it really is much less, 
Am 
But when I wake up so unhappy but refused to stay depressed, 
              F            G          F                C 
I'm almost to next Sunday, where I'll finally get some rest 

[Refrão]

Chorus 
F             G      F              C 
But I want   to sing for short hair in a dress, 
F        G          F            C 
Guess my plans have Changed some yes.