Dry country — Bon Jovi

Bon Jovi,Dry County. Tabbed by Luc Bien,[email protected].

Bon Jovi Dry county (Keep the faith-1992) track 7 posted by Luc Bien please send comments or corrections to [email protected]

This is the most beautiful Bon Jovi has ever made (and I think it's the longest one too). This song is almost perfect, but my chords will not always be, because I did this only by sound. Anyway, I it matches very good, because I didn't hear many differences between my version and the CD.I hope you like it, good luck! Luc Bien.

Chords: EADGBe Am *02210 Bb 113331 Dm **0231 Dm/C *30231 Dm/G 300231 Gm 355333

Verse

Across the border they turn Water into wine Some say it's the devil's blood They're squeezing from the vine Some say it's a saviour In these hard and desperate times For me it helps me to forget That we're just born... to die

I came here like so many did To find the better life To find my piece of easy street To finally be alive I knew nothing good comes easy All good things take some time I made my bed I'll lie in it To die in it's the crime

Bridge

You can't help but prosper Where the streets are paved with gold they say the oil wells ran depper here Than anybody's known Now I packed up on my wife and kid And left them back at home Now there's nothing in this paydirt The ghosts are all I know

Now the oil's gone And the money's gone All the jobs are gone still we're hangin' on down in

Chorus

Dry county They're swimming in the sand Praying for some holy water to wash the sins from off our hands in Dry county The promise has run dry Where nobody cries And no one's getting out of here alive

In the blessed name of Jesus I heard a preacher say That we are all God's children And that he'd be back, back someday And I hoped that he knew something As he drank his cup of wine Didn't have too good a feeling As I head out to the night

I cursed the sky to open I begged the clouds for rain I prayed to God for water For this burning in my viens It was like my soul's on fire And I had to watch the flames All my dreams went up in ashes And my future blew away

Now the oil's gone And the money's gone All the jobs are gone Still we carry on down in

Dry county They're swimming in the sand Praying for some holy water to wash the sins from off our hands in Dry county The promise has run dry Where nobody cries And no one's getting out of here alive

Guitar Solo

Men spend their whole lives waiting Praying for their big reward but It seems sometimes The payoff leaves you feeling Like a dirty whore If I could choose the way I'll die Make it by the gun or knife 'Cause the other way there's too much pain Night after night after night

Down in Dry county They're swimming in the sand Praying for some holy water to wash the sins from off our hands in Dry county The promise has run dry Where nobody cries And no one's getting out of here alive

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