Chords for Joe Bonamassa - Dislocated Boy - Driving Towards The Daylight

[B] _ [E] _ _ I've [Bm] _ _ _
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[B] _ _ _ been gone a [Bm] long time, lost in the _ _ 17s.
Say long, don't you come back until you learn the birds [Bm] and the bees.
_ Who will you fight with, boy, the blood and the wine?
The lad who called my preacher, my very lovely wife.
I said, hey now, knock down, why'd you do it?
Roll me like a hurricane.
All is a-bustin', I'm numb like no hurricane.
_ You done it once, now you say, sell me out, why don't you, boy?
I've been long, spilt and broken, I'm a dislocated bone.
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_ _ _ have brought around my [D] addictions and I've suffocated my pride.
For you and I embarked on one hell of a [B] ride.
[Bm] Boy, I said, blues, I've been six years old.
Tell me, don't [A] you worry [B] about my very heavy load.
[E] I've been [Bm] knocked down, dragged out, fought like knuckles [A] on the floor.
[Bm] _ Shattered glass and one hell of [A] a star.
_ [Bm] Broke down and harmed me, you said so.
Sell me out, why don't you, boy?
I've been long, spilt and broken, I'm a [E] dislocated bone.
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_ _ _ All I need is my old guitar and I'll play you the best damn blues.
Heavy affections and I hate to [B] lose.
[Bm] Nine, five years ago, I was born on [Bm] Ramadan.
For you, baby, I'm gonna [B] make you pay someday.
[Bm] One hell of a star. _
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_ _ [F#] _ [A] [Bm] I'm gonna hit what's up, you said.
Sell me out, why don't you, boy?
I've been long, spilt and broken, I'm a dislocated bone.
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[B] _ [F#] _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ [E] _ _
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_ _ _ So tell me about your working class hero, baby.
[A] Tell me [Bm] about your king.
Mine was born [Em] in Mississippi [Bm] around 1923.
[Em] _ [Bm] Blue collar battleship was my father's way.
_ Worked in a factory [E] till [B] his dying day.
And I [Bm] went knock down and dragged out, fought like knuckles on the floor.
And shattered glass and one hell of a star.
_ Broke down and harmed me, you said so.
Sell me out, why don't you, boy?
One hell of a star. _ _
[B] I'm gonna hit what's up, you said.
_ _ [Bm] I've been long, [Em] spilt and [B] broken, I'm a dislocated bone.
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[Bm] _ _ _ I'm gonna hit what's up, you said so.
I've been long, spilt and broken, I'm a dislocated bone.
I've been long, [Em] spilt and [A] broken, I'm a dislocated bone.
I've been long, spilt and broken, I'm a dislocated [Em] bone. _ _ _ _
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[Bm] _ _ _ _ _ _ I've been long, _ _ spilt _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] and broken, I'm a dislocated bone. _ _ _ _ _
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