Submitted to Ultimate Guitar:
Mike Pinto
"Bad Luck"
Live on Rasta Roots Radio
download it at: http://www.purevolume.com/mikepinto
Intro strum pattern:
D F# G A
----5~----2~----3~----5~----|
----7~----2~----3~----5~----|
----7~----3~----4~----6~----|
----7~----4~----5~----7~----|
----5~----4~----5~----7~----|
----------2~----3~----5~----|
Verse strum pattern:
D F# G A
-----5--5-----2--2-----3--3-----5--5---|
-----7--7-----2--2-----3--3-----5--5---|
-----7--7-----3--3-----4--4-----6--6---|
-----7--7-----4--4-----5--5-----7--7---|
--5--5--5-----4--4-----5--5-----7--7---|
-----------2--2--2--3--3--3--5--5--5---|
Bridge:
Bm D Em F#m
-7----5----7----9----|
-7----7----8----10---|
-7----7----9----11---|
-9----7----9----11---|
-9----5----7----9----|
-7-------------------|
Intro:
D F# G A
My drink im-pairs my ability to drive a car and operate machinery
D F#
it gives me problems with my health and my weath and Im
G A
pissing away my paycheck I need help, I need help - I got a
Verse:
D F#
case of bad luck, whats the deal? What the f**k do i
G A
gotta do? To get past this s**t that Im
D F#
going through? I guess Ill write these
G A
words and hope this alcohol controls my nerves
D F#m
Im living among fools who say to learn from their mistakes
G A
I know that its untrue; I only learn from notes I take
D F#m
Now how can I show you my real concern for whats at stake?
G A
The worst decision is the one youre too scared to make
People let me shed a little light on this subject
and spread the word to the general public
About the clouds that follow me around my head,
dark enough to make me dread leaving the comfort of my bed
I try to relax and just kick it but parking tickets
Makes me wanna tell the cops to stick it
And as I sink deeper into debt
Some stupid m**********r stole my CDs and my tape deck
But its alright and now Im screaming "Why, why, why
Is every day filled with f*****g misery?"
Its a mystery thats killing me
If only I had the ability to
Bm D Em F#m
Learn just a little bit of self-con-trol
Bm D Em F#m
Maybe I could find a way to save my soul
Bm D Em F#m
And hide from every cloud that ever came my way
A
But its Saturday and I just got paid
My drink impairs my ability to drive a car and operate machinery
Gives me problems with my health and my weath
And Im pissing away my paycheck I need help, I need help.
I got a case of bad luck, whats the deal? What the f**k
Do I gotta do? To get past this s**t that Im going through?
I guess Ill write these words and hope this alcohol controls my nerves
Get psyched for Mike's new album, it drops soon!
Peace.
jharechmak at scu dot edu
