Chords for Joe Bonamassa - "Dislocated Boy" - OFFICIAL Music Video | From Driving Towards the Daylight -

[B] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _
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_ [B] _ _ I've been gone a [Bm] long time, lost in the seven seas.
Stay long, don't [A] you come back [Bm] until you learn the birds and the bees.
_ Who will you find waiting for you, the blood and the wine?
_ Let's call my preacher and my very lovely wife.
I said, head down, knock down, why'd you do it?
Roll me like a hurricane.
All is a-bustin', I'm numb like Novocaine.
_ You done it worse off, you said, sell me out, why don't you, boy?
I'm a long, spitted, broken, I'm a dislocated bone.
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_ [A] _ [Bm] _ am poor to ride my [D] addictions and I suffocated my pride.
For you and I embarked on [A] one [B] hell of a ride.
[Bm] Oh, I've been blue since I've been six years old.
Tell me, don't [A] you worry [B] about my very heavy load.
And I [Bm] said, knock down, drag out, fall right, knuckles on the floor.
And a shattered glass and one hell of a [A] scar.
[Bm] Broke down and hungry, you said, so sell me out, why don't you, boy?
I'm a long, spitted, broken, I'm a dislocated [E] bone.
All [Bm] _ _ _ [E] _
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_ _ _ I need is my old guitar and I'll play you the best damn blues.
Heavy affections and I hate to [B] lose.
[Bm] _ Five years ago, I was born on [A] Robert [Bm] Johnson Day.
It's all meant for you, baby, I'm gonna make you pay someday.
And I said, drag down, knock down, why did you enroll me in a hurricane?
All is a-busting, I'm numb like an [F#] over [A]-cage.
[Bm] You said, root gunning, what's up?
You said, sell me out, why don't you, boy?
I'm a long, spitted, broken, I'm a dislocated bone.
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_ _ _ So tell me about your working class hero, baby, [A] tell me [Bm] about your king.
_ Mine was [Em] born in Mississippi [Bm] around [Em] 1923.
[Bm] Blue collar blouse [Bm] shirt was my father's [Bm] way.
_ Worked in a [E] factory till his [B] time came.
And [Bm] I said, knock down, drag down, pop my knuckles on the floor.
And shattered glass, then one hell of a scar.
Root gunning, what's up?
You said, sell me out, why don't you, boy?
I'm a long, spitted, [B] broken, I'm a dislocated bone.
[Bm] I'm a long severely broken [B] home, and a desiccated boy
I'm a [E] long severely broken [Bm] home, and a desiccated boy
I'm a long severely broken home, and a desiccated boy
I'm a long [Em]
severely [A] broken home, and a desiccated boy _ _ _
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_ [D#] _ _ [N] Now I can tell you how I wrote it.
I sat down, I grabbed a 1932 Martin, _ a glass of wine, and I hit record on the computer.
I started messing around with this drop B tuning.
Right.
30 seconds into it, I started to sing.
95% of those lyrics.
In 7 minutes.
I stopped after 7 minutes and I said,
I think I have a song.
It's exactly the same way I wrote John Henry.
It came off the top of my head, I don't know how it came.
I cleaned up the lines, obviously made the rhyme scheme work.
Took a couple, you know, try to write the song.
I don't know where it came from, but every once in a while, they show up for right.
Dislocated boy.