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 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