I play an old guitar from nine 'till half past one
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I'm just trying to make a living watching everyone else have fun
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I don't miss much if it happens on the dance hall floor
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I said mercy look what just walked through that door
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Hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E
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What in the world are you doing A-L-O-N-E
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Hey good L-O-O-K-I-N-G
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I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
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I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
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Mamma had a time trying to raise nine kids
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She taught me not to stare cause it was impolite
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She did the best she could trying to raise me right
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But mama never taught me bout nothing like Y-O-U
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I Bet your mama must have been a good lookin' honey too
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Hey, good L-O-O-K-I-N-G
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I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
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You sweet talking sexy walkin honky tonkin' baby
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The men are gonna' love you, the women are gonna' hate you
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Reminding them of everything they're never gonna' be
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It maybe the beginning of the world war three
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'Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like Y-O-U
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Bet your mama must have been a good looking honey too
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Hey, good L-O-O-K-I-N-G
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I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
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Trouble
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| Adam Brand |
