T - R - O - U - B - L - E
Travis Tritt
CD: T-R-O-U-B-L-E


Well, I play an old guitar from nine till a-half past one
I'm just tryin to make a livin watchin everybody else havin fun
Well, I don't miss much if it happens on the 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 are you doin A-L-O-N-E?
Say hey good L-double-O-K-I-N-G.
Yea, 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 IM-PO-LITE
She did the best she to could try to raise me right

But mama never told me 'bout nothin like Y-O-U
Bet your momma musta been another good looking honey too
Hey, hey good L-double-O-K-I-N-G. Well, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Well you're a sweet talkin' sexy walkin, honky-tonkin' baby
The men are gonna love ya, and the women gonna hate ya
Remindin them of everything they're never gonna be
It may be the beginnin of a world war three

Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like a Y-O-U
Bet your momma musta been another good looking momma too
Hey, I 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 smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E