Текст песни T-R-O-U-B-L-E - Live From Sydney,Australia/1999 - Adam Brand

It's a song called "Trouble"

I play an old guitar from nine till half past one
I'm just trying to make a living watching everyone else having fun
Well, I don't miss much if it happens on the dance hall floor, oh no
I said "Mercy, look what just walked through that door"

Hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E
What in the world you doing A-L-O-N-E?

Hey good L-double-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
And 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 another good lookin' honey too

Hey, good L-double-O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

You sweet talking, sexy walking, honky tonkin' baby
Man, I'm gonna love you and the women gonna hate ya
Reminding them of everything they're never gonna be
It maybe the beginning of world war three

'Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like Y-O-U
I bet your mama must have been another good looking honey too

Hey, good L-double-O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I said hey
I said hey
I said hey
I said hey
I said hey-yeah-yeah-yeah
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Ah, there's some trouble goin' on there

Thanks very much everybody, goodnight and God bless you