T-r-o-u-b-l-e (Live)

Well I play an old guitar from nine till half past one

I'm just tryin' to make a living watching everybody else having fun

Well I don't miss much if it happens on a dancehall floor

Mercy look what just walked through that door

Well hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Tell me what in the world

You doin' A-L-O-N-E

Yeah say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G

Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids

Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids

She told me not to stare cause it was impolite

She did the best she could to try to raise me right

Cause mama never told me 'bout nothin' like Y-O-U

Bet your mama musta been another good lookin' honey too

Hey good L double O-K-I-N-G

Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Well a sweet talkin', sexy walking, honky tonking baby

The men are gonna love ya and the woman gonna hate ya

Reminding them of everything they're never gonna be

May be the beginning of a world war three

Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like Y-O-U

I bet your mama musta been another good lookin' mama too

Hey say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G

Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I said hey

I said hey

I said hey

I said hey

I said hey

I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E