T-r-o-u-b-l-e — текст песни (Travis Tritt)

(Jerry Chesnutt)

Well I play an old guitar from nine till half past one
I`m just tryin` to make a livin` watching everybody else havin` fun
Well I don`t miss much if it happens on a dancehall floor
Mercy look what just walked through that door

Well hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Tell me what in the world
You doin` A-L-O-N-E
Yeah say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well 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 impolite
She did the best she could to try to raise me right

Cause mama never told me `bout nothin` like Y-O-U
Bet your mama musta been another good lookin` honey too
Hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Well a sweet talkin`, sexy walkin`, honky tonkin` baby
The men are gonna love ya and the woman gonna hate ya
Remindin` them of everything they`re never gonna be
May be the beginning of a world war three

Cause the world ain`t ready for nothing like Y-O-U
I bet your mama musta been another good lookin` mama too
Hey 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