Am   E7   Am

[Verse 1]
Am
You're nothin but a, a big mouth
Such a tough talker from the deep south
E7
Well I'm a, a sore loser I'm a sure doubt
Am
You wanna come closer well come on and find out
Am
I try to pay attention, try to speak clear
I never, I never tell you what you, you want to hear
E7
But if ya, ya don't like it you could cover your ears
Am
I put the pedal to the floor but I forgot just how to steer

[Bridge]
F
So, you better back up
D7
I'll show you bad luck

[Chorus]
C                           G
Ooh you got me shakin in my boots like I was seventeen
Am
My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline
F
I come upon ya like a hit of methamphetamine
G
Eyes roll back in your head
C                                     G
Well I tell you right now, you better watch your back
Am
You can talk dirty til your tongue turns black
F                                       G                          Am
But if you're throwin into me I'm gonna throw it right back at you

[Verse 2]
Am
Well you got, dirty pictures in your black book
You got, dead bodies in your back brooke
E7
You got a bad luck flag hanging on a hook
Am
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 ‘vator
E7
Because their misbehavior's my solitary savior
Am
So it's better that I give it to you now instead of later

[Bridge]
F
So, you better back up
D7
I'll show you bad luck

[Chorus]
C                           G
Ooh you got me shakin in my boots like I was seventeen
Am
My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline
F
I come upon ya like a hit of methamphetamine
G
Eyes roll back in your head
C                                     G
Well I tell you right now, you better watch your back
Am
You can talk dirty til your tongue turns black
F                                 G                                Am
But if you're throwin into me I'm gonna throw it right back at you
Am           D
Ba ba da da, ba ba ba da ba, oh

{Break]
Am  E7   Am  
Am  E7   Am
Ooh....

[Bridge]
F
So, you better back up
D7
I'll show you bad luck

[Chorus]
C                           G
Ooh you got me shakin in my boots like I was seventeen
Am
My tongue's a match and all my veins are full of gasoline
F
I come upon ya like a hit of methamphetamine
G
Eyes roll back in your head
C                                     G
Well I tell you right now, you better watch your back
Am
You can talk dirty til your tongue turns black
F                                       G                         C  G  C
But if you're throwin into me I'm gonna throw it right back at you