T-R-O-U-B-L-E – Travis Tritt
Well I play an old guitar from nine till half past oneI’m just tryin’ to make a livin’ watching everybody else havin’ funWell I don’t miss much if it happens on a dancehall floorMercy look what just walked through that door
Well hello T-R-O-U-B-L-ETell me what in the worldYou doin’ A-L-O-N-EYeah say “hey” good L-double-O-K-I-N-GWell I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skidsMama had a time tryin’ to raise nine kidsShe told me not to stare cause it was impoliteShe did the best she could to try to raise me right
‘Cause mama never told me ’bout nothin’ like Y-O-UBet your mama musta been another good lookin’ honey tooHey good L-double-O-K-I-N-GWell I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Well a sweet talkin’, sexy walkin’, honky tonkin’ babyThe men are gonna love ya and the woman gonna hate yaRemindin’ them of everything they’re never gonna beMay be the beginning of a world war three
‘Cause the world ain’t ready for nothing like Y-O-UI bet your mama musta been another good lookin’ mama tooHey say “hey” good L-double-O-K-I-N-GWell I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
I said heyI said heyI said heyI said heyI said heyI smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
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