paroles de chanson Money Trouble and Love - Hank Thompson

Now, friend, I ain't no preacher
And I don't claim to know it all
I don't have me no PhD nor shiny crystal ball
But of all the pain and misery
That I've seen in these years of mine
There seems to me, to be three things
That were present every time

Money, trouble and love go hand-in-hand, it seems
Too much of one and not enough of the other
Can sure be a heck of a thing
Money, trouble and love
It's the same old story, my friend
Better have a little money to buy you out of trouble
That love can get you in

I knew a man named Wee Willie Sloan
An ornery gambling hide
He kept a crap game going back in the alley
And he made a little book on the side
Then a high-tone, smooth-skinned uptown woman
Came along and took Willie's eye
He told her what he had, and it was sure too bad
'Cause she was working for the FBI

Money, trouble and love, that done poor Willie in
Now he's counting the stars through the cold steel bars
Thinking back over his sins
Money, trouble and love
Oh, Willie, my poor old friend
Didn't have enough money to bail him out of trouble
That love had got him in

I knew an old man named Albert
He was a millionaire, I'm told
Like old King Midas, everything he touched
Just suddenly turned to gold
Well, at ninety-three years he married a girl
Twenty-three, not one day more
The next morning they found him with a smile on his face
Laying stone dead on the floor

Money, trouble and love, that did old Albert in
He wanted her love, she wanted his money
And it ended up with trouble for him
Now he's up there knocking on the golden gate
Saying, "Old Saint Peter, my friend"
But there ain't enough money in the whole wide world
To buy his way back in

So listen, all of you rounders
You better keep a little private stash
And don't let your mouth go write no check
You don't think your body could cash
If you've got a little love or money
Then you better keep this in mind
You can bet your boots that your old friend Trouble
Can't be too far behind

Money, trouble and love go hand-in-hand, I guess
Too much of one and not enough of the other
Can sure cause a hell of a mess
Money, trouble and love
Better listen to me, my friend
You're gonna need a little money to buy you out of trouble
That love can get you in

You're gonna need a little money to get you out of trouble
That love can get you in