Trouble Walking (Con Javier Vargas) Songtext
von Jorge Salán

Well, I blow into town with the hammer locked down
As the iodine sunset spills its blood on the ground
I like the implication
I′m a nine-mile skid on an eight-mile track
My mouth gets me into trouble and my feet can't get me back
I′m in it for the duration

And while you're chewin' on that
Open negotiations (Come on)

Trouble-Walkin′
Take that ride, the action′s guaranteed
Trouble-Walkin'
In a little trouble, just the thing you need

It sure works for me, baby


I can feast on the scraps, I can drink from the dregs
I can live off the spread of a high-steppin′ chicken leg
Mm, poultry in motion
There's a dog I can hunt, there′s a roof I can raise
There's a job I can do and I don′t care what it pays
I'll live off the promotion

I can work it for days
I like the locomotion

Trouble-Walkin'
Take that ride, I′ll get you up to speed
Trouble-Walkin′
In a little trouble, just the thing you need

I think I know what you need
Just keep your hands on the wheel and your eyes on the road
And I'll do my drivin′ from down here, woo
Ooh, that's alright
Next turn, hahaha

Trouble-Walkin′
Take that ride, I'll get you up to speed
Trouble-Walkin′
In a little trouble, just the thing you need

Hahaha