Best Kinda Bad

	  		
Intro: Bm D G A (2x) 

D                           A  
She’s a tom petty girl in a boy band world 
     D                         A         Bm 
Got a fast set of keys and a fake ID and she’s gone 
         Em      Bm 
Boys are blowin’ up her phone 
D 
Yeah she’ll walk through the door and the whole crowd roars 

She was here last night on the karaoke mic singin’  
Bm 
Free, free fallin’ 
A 
She’s a warm shot of whiskey with nothin’ to chase 
G                          A 
She’ll bum a cigarette and blow it in your face 
          D                    A 
She’s the best kinda bad, the wrong kinda right 
         Bm                   AG 
She’s a Sunday mornin’ and a Saturday night 
      D      A             G 
She’s a “Hey boy, buy me a beer.” 

And I fell for that  
        D 
She’s a take me by the hand 
     A 
Said come on, let’s go 
          D                        G 
But she’s nowhere ‘round when the mornin’ light shows 
         D      A               G  A 
She’s the best night I’ve ever had 
                     Bm   D  G  A        
Man she’s the best kinda bad 
                     Bm   D  G  A 
Man she’s the best kinda bad 
      D 
Just like a song 
        A 
I keep singin’ along 
          D                    A                    
I’ve hit rewind in my mind a hundred times to her  
  Bm 
smile 
               G 
‘Cause it went on for a country mile 
      D 
No I can’t shake the vision of us huggin’ and a-kissin’ 

Now I’m pickin’ up my phone tellin’ everyone I  
                  Bm 
know to tell her please, please call me 
       A 
Now I know she’s on some other guy’s arm tonight 
        G                          A 
But she won’t leave her number or say goodbye 
         D                     A 
She’s the best kinda bad, the wrong kinda right 
         Bm                   A G 
She’s a Sunday mornin’ and a Saturday night 
       D     A              G 
She’s a “Hey boy, buy me a beer.” 

And I fell for that  
        D 
She’s a take me by the hand 
    A 
Said come on, let’s go 
           D                       G 
But she’s nowhere ‘round when the mornin’ light shows 
         D      A               G  A 
She’s the best night I’ve ever had 
                     Bm   D  G  A        
Man she’s the best kinda bad 
                     Bm   D  G  A 
Yeah she’s the best kinda bad 
         E 
She’s as bad as killin’ a bottle of whiskey 
G 
Bad as my buddy’s girl tryin’ to kiss me 
        C                             G 
Oh but once it hits my lips, man it’s so damn hard to quit 
         D                      A 
She’s the best kinda bad, the wrong kinda right 
        Bm                    A G 
She’s a Sunday mornin’ and a Saturday night 
       D    A               G 
She’s a “Hey boy, buy me a beer.” 

I can’t believe I fell for that  
         D 
She’s a take me by the hand 
    A 
Said come on, let’s go 
          D                        G 
But she’s nowhere ‘round when the mornin’ light shows 
         D      A              G   A 
She’s the best night I’ve ever had 

                     Bm   D  G  A        
Man she’s the best kinda bad 
                     Bm   D  G  A 
Oh, she’s the best kinda bad 

Outro: Bm (4x)