Текст песни Trouble - Bernie Marsden

I was raised a gambler's son
And before I could walk
I had to learn how to run
And I never, never ever
Played a loaded dice
But, I rolled a lot of women
With a heart as cold as ice

On the run again
Looking for a place to hide
Uh, everywhere I look, there is trouble
Trouble always coming my way

Baby, I'm lonely
I'm out of control
I need someone to understand
The badness in my soul
Though, I never
I never stole another man's wife
But, I fooled around plenty enough
And I got what I paid for

On the run again
Looking for a place to hide
Everywhere I look, there is trouble
Trouble always coming my way

Always trouble

On the run again
Looking for a place to hide
Everywhere I look, there is trouble
Baby, trouble always coming my way

Trouble always coming my way
Trouble always coming my way
Trouble always coming
Trouble always coming my way
My way
Trouble always coming my way