Dry Country Bon Jovi
Tekst piosenki i chwyty na gitarę
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[1] Chwyty na gitarę
Intro:
d C a Bd C a g/BbdAcrCoss the border they turnaWatGer into winedSomCe say it's the devil's bloodGThdey're squeezing from the vinedSomCe say it's a saviouraIn Bthese hard and desperate timesdForC me it helps me to forgetGThdat Cwea'reB just born... to diedI cCame here like so many didaTo Bfind the better lifedTo Cfind my piece of easy streetGTod finally be alivedI kCnew nothing good comes easyaAllG good things take some timedI mCade my bed I'll lie in itGTod die in it's the crimeFYou can't help but prosperg/BbWhere the streets are paved with goldCthey say the oil wells ran depper hereB/DThan anybody's knownFNow I packed up on my wife and kidg/BbAnd left them back at homeCNow there's nothing in this paydirtBThe ghosts are all I knowdNow the oil's goned/CAnd the money's goned/GAll the jobs are goneBstiCll we're hangin' on down inFDry countyCThey're swimming in the sandBPraying for some holy watergto Bwash the sins from off our hands inFDry countyCThe promise has run dryBWhere nobody criesBAndd noC oane'Bs getting out of here alivedIn Cthe blessed name of JesusaI hBeard a preacher saydThaCt we are all God's childrenGAndd that he'd be back, back somedaydAndC I hoped that he knew somethingaAs Bhe drank his cup of winedDidCn't have too good a feelingGAsd I head out to the nightFI cursed the sky to openg/BbI begged the clouds for rainCI prayed to God for waterB/DFor this burning in my viensFIt was like my soul's on fireg/BbAnd I had to watch the flamesCAll my dreams went up in ashesBAnd my future blew awaydNow the oil's goned/CAnd the money's goned/GAll the jobs are goneBStiCll we carry on down inFDry countyCThey're swimming in the sandBPraying for some holy watergto Bwash the sins from off our hands inFDry countyCThe promise has run dryBWhere nobody criesBAndF no one's getting out of here alive(Guitar Solo)
dMenC spend thier whole lives waitingaPraBying for some big rewarddIt seems sometimesCThGe payoff leaves you feelingdLike a dirty whoredIf CI could choose the way I'll dieaMakBe it by the gun or knifed'CaCuse the other way there's too much painGNight after night after nightFDown in Dry countyCThey're swimming in the sandBPraying for some holy watergto Bwash the sins from off our hands inFDry countyCThe promise has run dryBWhere nobody criesBAndd noC oane'Bs getting out of here alive
