Trouble - Welshly Arms

Composed by：Sam Getz/Jordan Frye/James Weaver

Dark clouds hangin round over my head

No rest no rest

Taste so sweet I love her to death

But she don't worry 'bout me

Locked up almost all my life

Don't know if I'll see the light

Keeps on hangin round over my head

'Cause she don't worry 'bout me

How can somebody be so cold

If you love me let me go

Trouble trouble trouble trouble

Don't treat me like that

Trouble trouble trouble trouble

It's in my blood

It's in my veins

Even if I run

I can't escape

Trouble trouble trouble trouble

Don't treat me like that

Tears me up and breaks me down

Oh Lord oh Lord

Can't nobody help me now

They don't worry about me

Got to keep my head composed

Talking with the Holy Ghost

Keeps on hangin round over my head

She don't worry 'bout me

How can somebody be so cold

Trouble trouble trouble trouble

Don't treat me like that

Trouble trouble trouble trouble

It's in my blood

It's in my veins

Even if I run

I can't escape

Trouble trouble trouble trouble

Don't treat me like that

Don't treat me like that

It's in my blood

It's in my veins

Even if I run

I can't escape

Trouble trouble trouble trouble

Don't treat me like that

Don't treat me like that

Don't treat me like that