Social Distortion - Bad Luck Chords

Verse 1 Riff
Chorus Riff
 
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

10 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
2 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
7 fr
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

9 fr
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
No chord
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
No capo
GSome Dpeople like to Agamble, But you, you always lose. Some people like to rock 'n' roll, you're always singin' the blues. You gotta nasty disposition. No one really knows the reason why, You gotta bad bad reputation. Gonna hang your head down and cry... You got Gbad, Dbad lAuck. Bad, bad luck. You got bad, bad luck. Bad, bad luck. GThirteen's Dmy lucky Anumber, To you it means stay inside. Black cat done crossed my path, No reason to run and hide. You're looking through a cracked mirror. No one really knows the reason why. Your enemies are gettin' nearer. Gonna hang down your head and cry.... You got Gbad, Dbad Aluck. Bad, bad luck. You got bad, bad luck. Bad, bad luck. GSome people Dgo to church on ASundays, others they pray at home. You tell them that there ain't no God, that they're better off standin' alone. You're always scratchin' at the eight ball, No one really knows the reason why. You get to the top and then you fall, Gonna hang down your head and cry...