Trouble Don't Last

I get nasty with that service after a while

Roll the tapes, because I'm through after this one

Well, you have to be over here now, baby

I'm so glad, that trouble don't last always

I'm so glad, that trouble don't last always

I was so in love with you baby

Oh why did, why did it have to happen this way

If my mother hadn't died

And my father left his little child at home

Oh, Lord help my mother, help my mother, Lord, oh

Oh we and my father left his little child at home

Oh, you know I wouldn't be in such misery

Oh, I wouldn't be such, oh, all alone

Somebody, somebody better come here, come here Junior Wells (Junior Wells)

You know that was Buddy Guy, and I heard him say one thing

He say that uh, he really don't want no trouble

And he really doesn't want any hardship either too

And he just wanna do one thing

That's uh, get his game up tight

And let everybody know that, uh, he's a soul brother

And a soul brother consists of one person

Black, blue, green, purple, any kinda thing you wanna name him about

You know what I mean?

This is a soul brother, you only have to do one thing

Just let everybody know that you a man

And if you wanna be a lady, it's the same identical thing

And that's why, at this time that I will say one thing

I'm so tired this morn'

I could just lay down and die

Buddy, Buddy

Go ahead, I'm sayin' somethin'

Lord, I'm so tired this morn'

People I do believe I could just lay down and die

Come here boy, come here, let me tell you somethin'

Well, I think we're done, listen to my story baby

I'll tell you the reason why

Now Junior, I wanna tell you somethin' (What, what, what, what, what, what)

I wanna tell you somethin' (What, what, what, what, what, what, what)

And when I say this, I don't want you to get nasty with me

Alright, alright

I want the band to come on down here (Yeah)

I was born in Alabama (Huh?)

Man, you know I was raised up in Tennessee

Way down there? Way down there, in Tennessee? (Yes, yes)

I understand you baby, I understand, talk to me, talk to me

Hey, I was born, Lord I was born in Alabama

Say what?

Somebody tell me I was raised in Tennessee

Preach to me brother, preach to me, preach to me, preach to me

Talk to me, talk to me

It's the big span on the piano though

I hear him, I say hey

No matter where, where I travel Junior

Somebody, somebody, somebody's tryin' to make a damn fool of me

And I don't like that Junior

That's not cussin', that's damn fool

No, no, no, no (Play the guitar, play the guitar, play me the blues)

Good mornin' little school girl

Can a old man go home with you?

That's what I meant by sayin', it didn't make any difference about

White, black, blue, green or purple

Good mornin' little school girl

Can a old man go home with you?

All you gotta do is tell your mom, and your poppa and your brother too

Oh, I just want you to tell your whole family

That I'm a school boy too