Bon Jovi — Dry County Chords

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DRY COUNTY — BON JOVI
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Transcribed by Steve Shulman — Johannesburg, South Africa.

Please Note: This transcription was done by ear only —
             some of these chords may be way off.

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Intro:  Dm  C   Am  Bb
        Dm  C   Am  Gm/Bb


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

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

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

        Dm
Now the oil's gone
    Dm/C
And the money's gone
    Dm/G
All the jobs are gone
            Bb         C
still we're hangin' on down in

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

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

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

    Dm
Now the oil's gone
    Dm/C
And the money's gone
    Dm/G
All the jobs are gone
         Bb       C
Still we carry on down in

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


(Guitar Solo)

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


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


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Any feedback / corrections are welcomed.

Steve Shulman
Johannesburg, South Africa
shulman@odie.ee.wits.ac.za