Trouble Songtext
von Connie Converse

Ever since we met
The world′s been upside down
And if you don't stop troubling me
You′ll drive me out of town

But if you go away
As trouble ought to do
Where will I find another soul
To tell my trouble to


My bed is made of stone
A star has burnt my eye
I'm going down to the willow tree
And teach her how to cry

But if you go away
As trouble ought to do
Where will I find another soul
To tell my trouble to?

They bid me wear my hat
Put on a nice new gown
I've tossed my bonnet over the roof
And I guess it won′t come down


But if you go away
As trouble ought to do
Where will I find another soul
To tell my trouble to?