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

Travis Tritt


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

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

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

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Mercy, look what just walked through that door


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Well hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E Tell me what in the world are you doing A-L-O-N-E

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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


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1. But mama never told me 'bout nothin like Y-O-U

2. Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like a Y-O-U

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1.2. Bet your momma musta been another good looking honey too

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1.2. Hey, hey good L-double-O-K-I-N-G.

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Well, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E



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

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

Reminding them of everything they're never gonna be

It may be the beginning of a world war three