Bad Luck

	  		

Intro: Am E 

Am 
You're nuthin but a big mouth  

Such a tough talker from the deep south  
      E 
I'm a sore loser I'm a sure doubt 
          Am 
You wanna come closer well come on and find out  

         Am 
I try to pay attention try to speak clear  

I'll never tell you what you wanna hear  
       E 
And if you don't like it you could cover your ears  
              Am 
But I got the pedal to the floor and I forgot just how to steer 

F                  D7 
You better back up, I'll show you bad luck 

C                           G 
Ooo ya got me shakin' in my boots like I was seventeen 
Am                                       
My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline 
F 
I come up on ya like you a hit of methamphetamine 
           G 
Watch your eyes roll back in your head 
          C                             G 
Well I'll tell you right now you better watch you back 
       Am 
'Cause you can talk dirty till your tongue turns black 
              F                           G                      Am 
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back at you 

Am E 

           Am 
You've got dirty pictures in your black book  

You've got dead bodies in your back brook 
             E 
You've got a bad luck flag hangin' on a hook 
         Am 
Right in front of your house where all your neighbors have to look 

       Am 
So I climb to the top of the escalator 

With my ten dirty fingers push the hell out of the faders 
           E 
Because my reckless behavior's been my solitary savior 
        Am 
So it's better that I give it to you now instead of later 

F                  D7 
You better back up, I'll show you bad luck 


C                           G 
Ooo ya got me shakin' in my boots like I was seventeen 
Am                                       
My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline 
F 
I come up on ya like you a hit of methamphetamine 
           G 
Watch your eyes roll back in your head 
          C                             G 
Well I'll tell you right now you better watch you back 
       Am 
'Cause you can talk dirty till your tongue turns black 
              F                           G 
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back 

Am          D7 
Bapadada... Bopbopbadada 

Am E Am 
Am E Am 

F                  D7 
You better back up, I'll show you bad luck 

C                           G 
Ooo ya got me shakin' in my boots like I was seventeen 
Am                                       
My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline 
F 
I come up on ya like you a hit of methamphetamine 
           G 
Watch your eyes roll back in your head 
          C                             G 
Well I'll tell you right now you better watch you back 
       Am 
'Cause you can talk dirty till your tongue turns black 
              F                           G 
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back 
              F                           G 
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back 
              F                           G                      Am   E   Am 
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back at you