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T-R-O-U-B-L-E Travis Tritt
INTRO:G Well, I play an Cold guitar from nine till a-half past Gone I'm just Dtryin to make a livin watchin Ceverybody else havin Gfun Well, I Cdon't miss much if it happens on the dance hall Gfloor DMercy, look what Cjust walked through that Gdoor
Well Chello T-R-O-U-B-L-GE Tell me Dwhat in the world are you Cdoin A-L-O-N-GE' Say Chey good L-double-O-K-I-N-GG. Yea, DI smell T-R-CO-U-B-L-C EC C G GI 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
But Cmama never told me 'bout nothin like Y-O-GU Bet your Dmomma musta been another Cgood looking honey Gtoo Hey, Chey good L-double-O-K-I-N-GG. Well, DI smell T-R-CO-U-B-L-GE
C _G _D _C _G________C _G _D _C _G GWell you're a sweet talkin' sexy walkin, honky-tonkin' baby The men are gonna love ya, and the women gonna hate ya Remindin them of everything they're never gonna be It may be the beginnin of a world war three
Cause the Cworld ain't ready for nothing like a Y-O-GU Bet your Dmomma musta been another Cgood looking momma Gtoo Hey, I say Chey good L-double-O-K-I-N-GG. Well, DI smell T-R- CO-U-B-L- C E C C
GI said hey. I said hey. I said hey. I said hey. I said hey. DI smell T-R-CO-U-B-L-C EC C G