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

T-R-O-U-B-L-E Remastered LP Version）-Travis Tritt
Well I play an old guitar from a 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 a 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
You doin'A-L-O-N-E
Yeah say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
Yeah laster smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Yeah
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
Yeah
Hey good L double O-K-I-N-G
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 woman gonna hate ya
Remindin'them of
Everythin'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 Hey）
Oh I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Yeah
Whoo