Trouble

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

I'm just trying to make a living watching everyone else have fun

I don't miss much if it happens on the dance hall floor

I said mercy look what just walked through that door

Hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E

What in the world are you doing A-L-O-N-E

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

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

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

Mamma had a time trying to raise nine kids

She taught me not to stare cause it was impolite

She did the best she could trying to raise me right

But mama never taught me bout nothing like Y-O-U

I Bet your mama must have been a good lookin' honey too

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

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

You sweet talking sexy walkin honky tonkin' baby

The men are gonna' love you, the women are gonna' hate you

Reminding them of everything they're never gonna' be

It maybe the beginning of the world war three

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

Bet your mama must have been a good looking honey too

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

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