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T R O U B L E [C]Travis Tritt

Verse 1
Well I play an C old guitar from nine till half past G one
I'm just tryDin' to make a livin' watching everyCbody else havin' G fun
Well I C don't miss much if it happens on a dancehall G floor
D Mercy look what C just walked through that G door

Chorus 1
Well C hello T-R-O-U-B-L-GE
Tell me Dwhat in the world
You doin' C A-L-O-N-GE
Yeah say C hey good L double O-K-I-N-GG
Well D I smell T-R-CO-U-B-L-GE

Verse 2
G I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
G Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids
G She told me not to stare cause it was impolite
G She did the best she could to try to raise me right

Chorus 2
Caus-Ce mama never told me 'bout nothin' like Y-O-GU
Bet your ma-Dma musta been another g-Cood lookin' honey t-Goo
I said C hey good L double O-K-I-N-GG
Well D I smell T-R-CO-U-B-L-GE

Instrumental
C G D C G

Verse 3
G Well a sweet talkin', sexy walkin', honky tonkin' baby
G The men are gonna love ya and the woman gonna hate ya
G Remindin' them of everything they're never gonna be
G May be the beginning of a world war three

Chorus 3
Cause the C world ain't ready for nothing like Y-O-GU
I bet your D mama musta been another C good lookin' mama G too
Yeah say C hey good L double O-K-I-N-GG
Well D I smell T-R-CO-U-B-L-GE

Outro
G I said hey
G I said hey
G I said hey
G I said hey
G I said hey
D I smell T-R-CO-U-B-L-GE

3 C 1 2 3 G 1 1 1 D