T-R-O-U-B-L-E Travis Tritt

T-R-O-U-B-L-E Travis Tritt

INTRO:

Well, I play an old guitar from nine till a-half past one

I’m just tryin to make a livin watchin everybody else havin fun

Well, I don’t miss much if it happens on the dance hall floor

Mercy, look what just walked through that door

Well hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Tell me what in the world are you doin A-L-O-N-E?

Say hey good L-double-O-K-I-N-G. Yea, 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 IM-PO-LITE

She did the best she to could try to raise me right

But mama never told me ’bout nothin like Y-O-U

Bet your momma musta been another good looking honey too

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

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Well you’re a sweet talkin’ sexy walkin, honky-tonkin’ baby

The men are gonna love ya, and the women gonna hate ya

Remindin them of everything they’re never gonna be

It may be the beginnin of a world war three

Cause the world ain’t ready for nothing like a Y-O-U

Bet your momma musta been another good looking momma too

Hey, I 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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