Chords for Joe Bonamassa - Driving Towards The Daylight - Driving Towards The Daylight
Tempo:
76.6 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Db
Fm
Ab
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Fm] [Ab]
[Eb] [Db]
[F] [Fm] [Ab]
[Eb] [Db] Look upon [Fm] the mountain, waiting [Ab] on a train.
Joe [Eb] Bonamassa.
I know I was wrong, [Db] and it still happened again.
[F] [Fm] Waiting on [Ab] my destiny, [Eb] learning from [Db] my abilities.
[F] [Fm] Who was [Ab] wrong and who was right?
[Eb] You don't even know [Db] why we're fighting.
[Fm] So take your [Ab] eye off of me, [Eb] and look upon [Db] the churning sea.
[Bb] [F] Driving towards [Ab] the daylight, running from [Eb] the midnight.
Trying to get [Db] my way home.
[Eb] [Fm] Running from the [Ab] spotlight, trying to buy [Eb] the daylight.
Trying to get [Db] back home.
[Fm] The rusted strings [Ab] on my old guitar, [Eb] speaks volumes [Db] of who you are.
[Fm] So never [Ab] did I think you would [Eb] leave.
It was me, one [Db] of the chosen few.
[Fm] Who will it [Ab] be on the next [Eb] time?
Hopefully [Db] one with more sense of [Db] mind.
[Fm] So where did [Ab] you go?
Always we'll [Eb] see.
It's a story [Db] of you and me.
[Bb] [Fm] Driving towards [Ab] the daylight, running from [Eb] the midnight.
Trying to get [Db] my way home.
[Bb] [Fm] Running from [Ab] the spotlight, trying [Eb] to buy the daylight.
Trying to get [Db] back home.
[Fm]
[Bb]
[F] [Fm] [F]
[F] [Bb]
[Fm] Driving [Ab] towards the daylight, running from [Eb] the midnight.
Trying to get [Bb] my [Db] way home.
[F] [Fm] Running from the [Ab] spotlight, trying to buy [Eb] the daylight.
Trying to get [Db] my way home.
[Bb] [Fm] Driving [Ab] towards the daylight, running [Eb] from the midnight.
Trying to [Db] get my way home.
Show one more time.
[Bb] [Fm] Running [Ab] from the spotlight, trying to [Eb] buy the daylight.
Trying to get [Db] my way home.
[F] [Ab] [Eb]
[Db] [Fm]
[Ab] [Eb]
[Db]
[Eb] [Db]
[F] [Fm] [Ab]
[Eb] [Db] Look upon [Fm] the mountain, waiting [Ab] on a train.
Joe [Eb] Bonamassa.
I know I was wrong, [Db] and it still happened again.
[F] [Fm] Waiting on [Ab] my destiny, [Eb] learning from [Db] my abilities.
[F] [Fm] Who was [Ab] wrong and who was right?
[Eb] You don't even know [Db] why we're fighting.
[Fm] So take your [Ab] eye off of me, [Eb] and look upon [Db] the churning sea.
[Bb] [F] Driving towards [Ab] the daylight, running from [Eb] the midnight.
Trying to get [Db] my way home.
[Eb] [Fm] Running from the [Ab] spotlight, trying to buy [Eb] the daylight.
Trying to get [Db] back home.
[Fm] The rusted strings [Ab] on my old guitar, [Eb] speaks volumes [Db] of who you are.
[Fm] So never [Ab] did I think you would [Eb] leave.
It was me, one [Db] of the chosen few.
[Fm] Who will it [Ab] be on the next [Eb] time?
Hopefully [Db] one with more sense of [Db] mind.
[Fm] So where did [Ab] you go?
Always we'll [Eb] see.
It's a story [Db] of you and me.
[Bb] [Fm] Driving towards [Ab] the daylight, running from [Eb] the midnight.
Trying to get [Db] my way home.
[Bb] [Fm] Running from [Ab] the spotlight, trying [Eb] to buy the daylight.
Trying to get [Db] back home.
[Fm]
[Bb]
[F] [Fm] [F]
[F] [Bb]
[Fm] Driving [Ab] towards the daylight, running from [Eb] the midnight.
Trying to get [Bb] my [Db] way home.
[F] [Fm] Running from the [Ab] spotlight, trying to buy [Eb] the daylight.
Trying to get [Db] my way home.
[Bb] [Fm] Driving [Ab] towards the daylight, running [Eb] from the midnight.
Trying to [Db] get my way home.
Show one more time.
[Bb] [Fm] Running [Ab] from the spotlight, trying to [Eb] buy the daylight.
Trying to get [Db] my way home.
[F] [Ab] [Eb]
[Db] [Fm]
[Ab] [Eb]
[Db]
Key:
Eb
Db
Fm
Ab
F
Eb
Db
Fm
[Fm] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _
[F] _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ Look upon [Fm] the mountain, _ waiting [Ab] on a train.
Joe [Eb] Bonamassa.
I know I was wrong, [Db] and it still happened again. _
[F] _ [Fm] _ Waiting on [Ab] my _ destiny, [Eb] _ learning from [Db] my abilities. _
[F] _ [Fm] Who was [Ab] wrong and who was right?
[Eb] You don't even know [Db] why we're fighting.
[Fm] _ So take your [Ab] eye _ off of me, [Eb] _ and look upon [Db] the churning sea. _
[Bb] _ [F] _ Driving towards [Ab] the daylight, _ running from [Eb] the midnight.
_ Trying to get [Db] my way home. _
[Eb] _ [Fm] _ Running from the [Ab] spotlight, _ trying to buy [Eb] the daylight.
Trying to get [Db] back home. _
[Fm] _ The rusted strings [Ab] on my old guitar, [Eb] _ speaks volumes [Db] of who you are.
[Fm] _ So never [Ab] did I think you would [Eb] leave.
It was me, one [Db] of the chosen few. _
[Fm] _ Who will it [Ab] be on the next [Eb] time?
_ Hopefully [Db] one with more sense of [Db] mind.
[Fm] _ So where did [Ab] you go?
Always we'll [Eb] see.
It's a story [Db] of you and me.
[Bb] _ [Fm] _ Driving towards [Ab] the daylight, running from [Eb] the midnight.
Trying to get [Db] my way home. _
[Bb] _ [Fm] _ Running from [Ab] the spotlight, trying [Eb] to buy the daylight.
Trying to get [Db] back home. _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[F] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ Driving [Ab] towards the daylight, running from [Eb] the midnight.
Trying to get [Bb] my [Db] way home.
_ _ [F] _ [Fm] _ Running from the [Ab] spotlight, trying to buy [Eb] the daylight.
Trying to get [Db] my way home.
_ [Bb] _ [Fm] _ Driving [Ab] towards the daylight, running [Eb] from the midnight.
Trying to [Db] get my way home.
Show one more time.
_ [Bb] _ [Fm] _ Running [Ab] from the spotlight, trying to [Eb] buy the daylight.
Trying to get [Db] my way home.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ _ _
[F] _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Db] _ _ Look upon [Fm] the mountain, _ waiting [Ab] on a train.
Joe [Eb] Bonamassa.
I know I was wrong, [Db] and it still happened again. _
[F] _ [Fm] _ Waiting on [Ab] my _ destiny, [Eb] _ learning from [Db] my abilities. _
[F] _ [Fm] Who was [Ab] wrong and who was right?
[Eb] You don't even know [Db] why we're fighting.
[Fm] _ So take your [Ab] eye _ off of me, [Eb] _ and look upon [Db] the churning sea. _
[Bb] _ [F] _ Driving towards [Ab] the daylight, _ running from [Eb] the midnight.
_ Trying to get [Db] my way home. _
[Eb] _ [Fm] _ Running from the [Ab] spotlight, _ trying to buy [Eb] the daylight.
Trying to get [Db] back home. _
[Fm] _ The rusted strings [Ab] on my old guitar, [Eb] _ speaks volumes [Db] of who you are.
[Fm] _ So never [Ab] did I think you would [Eb] leave.
It was me, one [Db] of the chosen few. _
[Fm] _ Who will it [Ab] be on the next [Eb] time?
_ Hopefully [Db] one with more sense of [Db] mind.
[Fm] _ So where did [Ab] you go?
Always we'll [Eb] see.
It's a story [Db] of you and me.
[Bb] _ [Fm] _ Driving towards [Ab] the daylight, running from [Eb] the midnight.
Trying to get [Db] my way home. _
[Bb] _ [Fm] _ Running from [Ab] the spotlight, trying [Eb] to buy the daylight.
Trying to get [Db] back home. _ _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
[F] _ [Fm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ Driving [Ab] towards the daylight, running from [Eb] the midnight.
Trying to get [Bb] my [Db] way home.
_ _ [F] _ [Fm] _ Running from the [Ab] spotlight, trying to buy [Eb] the daylight.
Trying to get [Db] my way home.
_ [Bb] _ [Fm] _ Driving [Ab] towards the daylight, running [Eb] from the midnight.
Trying to [Db] get my way home.
Show one more time.
_ [Bb] _ [Fm] _ Running [Ab] from the spotlight, trying to [Eb] buy the daylight.
Trying to get [Db] my way home.
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ _
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
[Db] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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