Trouble Songtext
von Michael Pickett

Hey, hey, hey

Here come trouble
Walking down my street
Look like the kind of trouble
I′d like to meet
Look at that trouble
Yeah, wearing high heel shoes
Just the kind of thing
That's the kind of thing
Give a man the blues

Well, blues come get me
I won′t be here
Trouble come knocking
I'm gonna clear
Talkin' ′bout trouble
Yeah, in the middle of the night
Here come trouble


Spoiling for a fight
Yeah, sure ain′t friendly
Man, it's downright rude
Well, here come trouble
Trouble, trouble with an attitude

Well, yeah
Blues come get me
I won′t be here
Trouble come knocking
I'm gonna clear, yeah
Man, talkin′ 'bout trouble
Well

Before I met you, baby
I was doing alright

Yeah, I had my own business
I had my own business
I really did
I was all set up
Then you came along
Yeah, with all your trouble
And I made your trouble my trouble


Now everywhere I look in the world today
I see nothing but trouble
But today I recognize trouble
Walking down my street

Yeah, oh yeah, baby
Trouble, yeah
Trouble, yeah
Talkin′ 'bout trouble, baby
Here come trouble now, yeah