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