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Driving Towards The Daylight

Joe Bonamassa
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 
Look  upon a - mountain.  'Waitin' on a train.
Baby  I know what's wrong  and it's still happening.
Waiting  on my destiny, learning  from my abilities.
Who  was wrong  and who was right?
And  do we even know why  we are fighting?
So  take your eyes off  of me and look  upon the churning  sea.
Driving  towards the daylight,  running from the midnight.
 Trying to get my  way home. Running  from the spotlight.
 Trying to find the daylight,  trying to get back  home.
Rusty  strings on my old  guitar, speaks volumes  of who  you are.
So  never did I think  it was you. It was me,  one of the chosen  few.
Who  will it be,  oh the next time?  Hopefully one  with more sense of mind.
So  where did you go?  Always will see,  it's a story of you  and me.
Driving  towards the daylight,  running from the midnight.
 Trying to get my  way home. Running  from the spotlight.
 Trying to find the daylight,  trying to get back  home.
 
Drivin'  towards the daylight,  running from the midnight.
 Trying to get my  way home. Running  from the spotlight.
 Trying to find the daylight,  trying to get my  way home.
Drivin'  towards the daylight,  running from that midnight.
 Trying to get my  way home. Running  from the spotlight.
 Trying to find the daylight,  trying to get  my way home.
 
 

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Readable chord sheet for Driving Towards The Daylight by Joe Bonamassa

[Em7] [G] [D] [C/G]

[C/G]Look upon a - [Em7]mountain.  'Waitin' on a tr[G]ain.
[G]Baby I know what's w[D]rong and it's still [C/G]happening.
[Em7]Waiting on my [G]destiny, [D]learning from my [C/G]abilities.
[Em7]Who was [G]wrong and who was [D]right?
[D]And do we even know [C/G]why we are fighting?
[Em7]So take your eyes [G]off of me and [D]look upon the [C/G]churning sea.

[Em7]Driving towards the dayli[G]ght, running from the [D]midnight.
Trying to get [C/G]my way home. [Em7]Running from the spot[G]light.
Trying to find the day[D]light, trying to get [C/G]back home.

[Em7]Rusty strings on my [G]old guitar, speaks [D]volumes of [C/G]who you are.
[Em7]So never did I [G]think it was you.  It was [D]me, one of the [C/G]chosen few.
[Em7]Who will it [G]be, oh the next [D]time?  Hopefully [C/G]one with more sense of mind.
[Em7]So where did you [G]go?  Always will [D]see, it's a story of [C/G]you and me.

[Em7]Driving towards the day[G]light, running from the [D]midnight.
Trying to get [C/G]my way home. [Em7]Running from the spot[G]light.
Trying to find the day[D]light, trying to get [C/G]back home.

 [Em7] [G] [D] [C/G]

[Em7]Drivin' towards the day[G]light, running from the [D]midnight.
Trying to get [C/G]my way home. [Em7]Running from the spot[G]light.
Trying to find the day[D]light, trying to get [C/G]my way home.

[Em7]Drivin' towards the day[G]light, running from that [D]midnight.
Trying to get [C/G]my way home. [Em7]Running from the spot[G]light.
Trying to find the day[D]light, trying to [C/G]get my way home.

 [Em7] [G] [D] [C/G]

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