Trouble Songtext
von Fontaine

I came here for a reason
And the reason is not love
But give me one good boy from Texas
And I′ll show you what I'm made of
Austin, Dallas, or Houston
I don′t care where you come from
Just take me aside and take me for a ride
In that beat up old Datsun

Kiss me like the cowboys used to do
Southern by the grace of God on you

Baby I don't get out much
I swear I'm better off alone
But sometimes it′s nice just to be by your side
I never said I wanted to go home


Kiss me like the cowboys used to do
Love me like your daddy loved his booze
Treat me like your mama taught you to
I will leave my boots on just for you

I hear you′re nothing but trouble
Somebody's telling me I told you so
But I got nothing to hide
Cause you′re the devil inside
And baby I just can't say no

I came here for a reason
And the reason is not love
But give me one good boy from Texas
And I′ll show you what I'm made of

Kiss me like the cowboys used to do
Love me like your daddy loved his booze
Treat me like your mama taught you to
I will leave my boots on just for you