Travis Tritt - T-R-O-U-B-L-E (T-R-O-U-B-L-E)

Track 3.



Lyrics:



Well, I play an old guitar from a 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 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...

Yeah



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



Yeah

Hey, good L double O-K-I-N-G

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



Yeah

Yeah



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

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

Remindin' them of everythin' they're never gonna be

May be the beginning of a world war three

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

I bet your mama musta 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 (Hey)



Oh, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E...

Yeah



Whoo

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