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 dancehall 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


But mama never told me ′bout nothin' like Y-O-U
Bet your mama must′ve been another good lookin' honey too
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 woman gonna hate you
Remindin′ them of everything they′re never gonna be
Maybe the beginning of a world war three

'Cause the world ain′t ready for nothing like Y-O-U
I bet your mama must've been another good lookin′ mama too
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, yeah
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E