T-R-O-U-B-L-E Songtext
von Travis Tritt

Well, I play an old guitar from nine ′til half past one
I'm just tryna make a livin′, watching 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
Well, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

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
Hey, hey, good L double O-K-I-N-G
Well, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Well, a sweet talkin′, sexy walkin', honky-tonkin', baby
The men are gonna love you and the women gonna hate you
Remindin′ them of everything they′re never gonna be
Maybe the beginning of world war III

'Cause the world ain′t ready for nothin' like Y-O-U
I bet your mama musta been another good lookin′ mama too, yeah
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 (I said hey)

I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E, yeah
Whoo