Angry Johnny And The Killbillies Lucky Day chords

Lucky Day by Angry Johnny And The Killbillies

Lucky Day
from "Puttin The Voodoo On Monroe" album
by Angry Johnny And The Killbillies
Flat E tunning



It was not his lucky day

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He woke up in the mornin'
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He found the note she'd left
         A
'said im leavin' with the dog
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An' we're headed way out west

Bm
And then he heard a knockin'
                    A      Bm
It was the landlord at the door
              A
'said "you're three months overdue kid,
       Bm        A       Bm
So you dont live here no more"

Bm             A     Bm
It was not his lucky day
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It was not his lucky day

Bm
He went down to the fact'ry
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The foreman said "you're late"
   A
He called down for security to
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Escort him to the gate

Bm
'said dont bother comin' back kid
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Don't expect no severence pay
            A
He lost his girl, lost his dog, lost his home, lost his job
       Bm      A     Bm
It was not his lucky day

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No it was not his lucky day
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It was not his lucky day

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He pulled his delta 88
                 A Bm
Up to the fillup 66
               A
Pulled out his rouger 44
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An' he walked in the front door

Bm
Said "give me all your money sir,
            A     Bm
And i'll be on my way"
       A
But he should have seen it comin'
       Bm      A     Bm
It was not his lucky day

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No it was not his lucky day
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It was not his lucky day

Bm             A     Bm
It was not his lucky day
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It was not his lucky day

Bm
The clerk apologized
                      A      Bm
Said "theres no money in the till,
  A
A woman and a dog just robbed me,
         Bm       A      Bm
Stole my last one dollar bill

Bm
So put away that gun,
             A        Bm
The cops are on there way,
    A
You ain't done nothin' wrong yet son,
     Bm       A    Bm
Just turn and walk away"
Bm                 A     Bm
But it was not his lucky day
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It was not his lucky day

Bm
He cussed and he kicked the floor
                        A        Bm
And then he walked back out that door
   A
It sounded just like thunder
      Bm        A      Bm
Seven shotguns' deadly roar
Bm
His body danced and twisted
                   A    Bm
Just like a puppet on a string
   A
He came to rest in a bloody mess
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Up against the coke machine

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It was not his lucky day
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It was not his lucky day
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It was not his lucky day