Ray Lamontagne
Bm, C, D, G, Gb, Gbm, Gm
Meg White, you're alright
In fact, I think you're pretty swell
Can't you tell?
Meg White, such a pretty thing
I saw your face on the cover of a magazine
Someday
I'd like
To take a walk with you
Maybe ride our bikes down by the seaside
Meg White, I saw you on the big screen Oh, Jack was keen, but you stole the scene
Meg White, baby, you're the bomb Oh, Jack is great, don't get me wrong
but this is your song.
Someday, someday, I'd like, I'd like,
to take a walk with you,
talk about most anything you'd like to talk about.
I watch the sun going down, going down
Playing those drums is hard to do, it's true
And nobody plays them quite like you do
Meg, why?
You're alright
In fact, I think you're pretty swell, can't you tell?
Meg White is such a pretty thing, I saw your face on the cover of a magazine.
Someday I'd like to take a walk with you Maybe ride our bikes down by the seaside
Watch the sun going down, going down, going down.