Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jail
|
Some of the times I been there nobody could go my bail
|
Well it seems to me, Lord that this ol' boy just don't fit
|
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like shit
|
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me
|
Some of the times I was innocent but the judge said guilty
|
I'm not one to complain now son I tell you true
|
When the black cat cross your trail, Lord
|
It comes in misery times two
|
[Chorus]
|
Double trouble--that's what my friends all call me
|
(Double trouble)
|
I said, double trouble
|
T-R-O-U-B-L-E
|
Well I was born down in the gutter
|
With a temper as hot as fire
|
Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' the county's time
|
Well now, even mama said Son you're bad news
|
And it won't be too long before someone puts one through you
|
[Chorus]
|
[Chorus]
|
|
-----------------
|
Double Trouble
|
| Lynyrd Skynyrd |
