Cifra de Bad Luck - Michael Trent
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Primeiro acorde: Am 6 acordes identificados
Intro: Am E
Am
You're nuthin but a big mouth
Such a tough talker from the deep south
I'm a sore loser I'm a sure doubt
You wanna come closer well come on and find out
I try to pay attention try to speak clear
I'll never tell you what you wanna hear
And if you don't like it you could cover your ears
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
Watch your eyes roll back in your head
Well I'll tell you right now you better watch you back
'Cause you can talk dirty till your tongue turns black
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back at you
Am E
You've got dirty pictures in your black book
You've got dead bodies in your back brook
You've got a bad luck flag hangin' on a hook
Right in front of your house where all your neighbors have to look
So I climb to the top of the escalator
With my ten dirty fingers push the hell out of the faders
Because my reckless behavior's been my solitary savior
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
Watch your eyes roll back in your head
Well I'll tell you right now you better watch you back
'Cause you can talk dirty till your tongue turns black
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
Watch your eyes roll back in your head
Well I'll tell you right now you better watch you back
'Cause you can talk dirty till your tongue turns black
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back
And if you're throwin' it at me I'm gonna throw it right back at you