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Shovels & Rope

Genres: Country

Bad Luck Lyrics - Shovels & Rope

You're nothin but a, a big mouth 

Such a tough talker from the deep south 

Well I'm a, 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 never, I never tell you what you, you want to hear 

But if ya, ya don't like it you could cover your ears 

I put the pedal to the floor but I forgot just how to steer 

 

So, you better back up 

I'll show you bad luck 

Ooh you got me shakin in my boots like I was seventeen 

My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline 

I come upon ya like a hit of methamphetamine 

Eyes roll back in your head 

Well I tell you right now, you better watch your back 

You can talk dirty til your tongue turns black 

But if you throw it here to me I'm gonna throw it right back at you 

 

Well you got, dirty pictures in your black book 

You got, dead bodies in your back brooke 

You got a bad luck flag hanging on a hook 

Right in front of your house, well all your neighbors had to look 

So I crawl to the top of the escalator 

With my ten dirty fingers push the hell out of the faders 

Because their misbehavior's my solitary savior 

So it's better that I give it to you now instead of later 

 

So, you better back up 

I'll show you bad luck 

Well, ooh you got me shakin in my boots like I was seventeen 

My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline 

I come upon ya like a hit of methamphetamine 

Eyes roll back in your head 

Well I tell you right now, you better watch your back 

You can talk dirty til your tongue turns black 

But if you throw it here to me into me I'm gonna throw it right back at you 

 

Ba ba da da, ba ba ba da ba, oh 

 

You better back up 

I'll show you bad luck 

Well ooh you got me shakin in my boots like I was seventeen 

My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline 

I come upon ya like a hit of methamphetamine 

Eyes roll back in your he-head 

Well I tell you right now, you better watch your back 

You can talk dirty til your tongue turns black 

If you throw it here to me I'm gonna throw it right back at you