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T R O U B L E
Sung by Travis Tritt
Intro
Well, I play an old guitar
from nine till half past one.
I'm just tryin' to make a livin'
watching everybody else havin' 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 .
But 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!.
Instrumental
Well, a sweet talkin', sexy walkin',
honky tonkin' baby.
The men are gonna love ya
and the woman gonna hate ya.
Remindin' 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
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