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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 I’m
G                               A
pissing away my paycheck I need help, I need help - I got a

Verse:
D                            F#
case of bad luck, what’s the deal? What the fuck do i
G            A
gotta do? To get past this shit that I’m
D               F#
going through?     I guess I’ll write these
G                   A
words and hope this alcohol controls my nerves

D                          F#m
I’m living among fools who say to learn from their mistakes
G                        A
I know that it’s untrue; I only learn from notes I take
D                         F#m
Now how can I show you my real concern for what’s at stake?
G                         A
The worst decision is the one you’re 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 motherfucker stole my CDs and my tape deck

But it’s alright and now I’m screaming "Why, why, why
Is every day filled with fucking misery?"
It’s a mystery that’s 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 it’s 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 I’m pissing away my paycheck I need help, I need help.
I got a case of bad luck, what’s the deal? What the fuck
Do I gotta do? To get past this shit that I’m going through?
I guess I’ll 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

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