Chords for Joe Bonamassa Official - "Jockey Full of Bourbon" - Live at the Vienna Opera House

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_ [C] _ _ I'm in the corner [Fm] in the pouring rain.
16 men on [C] a dead man's chest.
I'm drinking [Fm] from the Provo.
_ Two pairs of pants and [C] a mohawk head vest.
I'm pulling up urban [Fm] elegance and love.
[Bbm] Hey little bird, [Fm] your house _ [C] is on fire, [Fm] your children are low.
[Bbm] Hey little bird, [Fm] you're flying way home.
[C] Your house is on fire, [Fm] your children are low. _ _ _
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[Cm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Fm] Shiver broke a bottle [C] on Baldwin's head.
I'm stepping [Fm] on the devil's tail.
Crossed the stripes [C] of a full moon's head.
All through the bars [Fm] of a Cuban jail.
_ Bloody fingers [C] on a purple night.
Flamingo drinking [Fm] from the cocktail glass.
I'm all alone with [C] someone else's wife.
My love viewed [Fm] from the top of the map.
[Bbm] Hey little bird, [Fm] you're flying way home.
[C] Your house is on fire, [Fm] your children are low.
_ [Bbm] Hey little bird, [Fm] you're flying way home.
[C] Your house is on fire, [Fm] your children are low.
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She _ [C] sang on the pronged bed.
Stitched it for [Gm] a [Fm] single old rag.
To the [C] carnivores what she said.
A couple hundred [Fm] dollars makes a darkened side.
_ And a million in [C] a dry pad suit.
_ Dutch [E] pink on [Fm] a downtown dream.
Two dollar pistol [C] but the gun on the shoe.
_ I'm in the corner [Fm] in the pouring [Bbm] rain.
Hey little bird, [Fm] you're flying way home.
[C] Your house is on fire, [Fm] your children are low.
[Bbm] Hey little bird, [Fm] you're flying way home.
[C] Your house is on fire, your [F] children are low.
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_ Glad I remembered all the words. _ _ _