T R O U B L E

	  		Trouble 

Travis Tritt 




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Well I play an old guitar from nine till half past o-ne 

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I'm just try-in' to make a livin' watching ever-ybody else havin' f-un 

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Well I d-on't miss much if it happens on a dancehall fl-oor 

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Me-rcy look what j-ust walked through that d-oor 


Chorus 

                                                                      
                                                                      

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Well hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E 

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Tell me w-hat in the world  


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You doin' A-L-O-N-E                                              

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Yeah say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G  


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Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E  


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I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids 

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Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids 

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She told me not to stare cause it was impolite 

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She did the best she could to try to raise me right 


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Caus-e mama never told me 'bout nothin' like Y-O-U 

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Bet your m-ama musta been another g-ood lookin' honey t-oo 

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I said hey good L double O-K-I-N-G     

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Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E 


Lead 

             
             

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Well a sweet talkin', sexy walkin', honky tonkin' baby 

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The men are gonna love ya and the woman gonna hate ya 

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Remindin' them of everything they're never gonna be 

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May be the beginning of a world war three 



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Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like Y-O-U 

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I bet your mama musta been another go-od lookin' mama to-o 

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Yeah say hey good L double O-K-I-N-G     

     D           C       G  
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E  



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I said hey 

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I said hey 

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I said hey 

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I said hey 

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I said hey                                                                     
                                                                       


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I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E