Intro: Bm D G A 2x

D                           A 
She’s a tom petty girl in a boy band world
     D                         A         Bm
Got a fast set of keys and a fake ID and she’s gone
         Em      Bm
Boys are blowin’ up her phone
D
Yeah she’ll walk through the door and the whole crowd roars

She was here last night on the karaoke mic singin’ 
Bm
Free, free fallin’
A
She’s a warm shot of whiskey with nothin’ to chase
G                          A
She’ll bum a cigarette and blow it in your face
          D                    A
She’s the best kinda bad, the wrong kinda right
         Bm                   AG
She’s a Sunday mornin’ and a Saturday night
      D      A             G
She’s a “Hey boy, buy me a beer.”

And I fell for that 
        D
She’s a take me by the hand
     A
Said come on, let’s go
          D                        G
But she’s nowhere ‘round when the mornin’ light shows
         D      A               G  A
She’s the best night I’ve ever had
                     Bm   D  G  A       
Man she’s the best kinda bad
                     Bm   D  G  A
Man she’s the best kinda bad
      D
Just like a song
        A
I keep singin’ along
          D                    A                   
I’ve hit rewind in my mind a hundred times to her 
  Bm
smile
               G
‘Cause it went on for a country mile
      D
No I can’t shake the vision of us huggin’ and a-kissin’

Now I’m pickin’ up my phone tellin’ everyone I 
                  Bm
know to tell her please, please call me
       A
Now I know she’s on some other guy’s arm tonight
        G                          A
But she won’t leave her number or say goodbye
         D                     A
She’s the best kinda bad, the wrong kinda right
         Bm                   A G
She’s a Sunday mornin’ and a Saturday night
       D     A              G
She’s a “Hey boy, buy me a beer.”

And I fell for that 
        D
She’s a take me by the hand
    A
Said come on, let’s go
           D                       G
But she’s nowhere ‘round when the mornin’ light shows
         D      A               G  A
She’s the best night I’ve ever had
                     Bm   D  G  A       
Man she’s the best kinda bad
                     Bm   D  G  A
Yeah she’s the best kinda bad
         E
She’s as bad as killin’ a bottle of whiskey
G
Bad as my buddy’s girl tryin’ to kiss me
        C                             G
Oh but once it hits my lips, man it’s so damn hard to quit
         D                      A
She’s the best kinda bad, the wrong kinda right
        Bm                    A G
She’s a Sunday mornin’ and a Saturday night
       D    A               G
She’s a “Hey boy, buy me a beer.”

I can’t believe I fell for that 
         D
She’s a take me by the hand
    A
Said come on, let’s go
          D                        G
But she’s nowhere ‘round when the mornin’ light shows
         D      A              G   A
She’s the best night I’ve ever had

                     Bm   D  G  A       
Man she’s the best kinda bad
                     Bm   D  G  A
Oh, she’s the best kinda bad

Outro: Bm 4x

Yeah, man.