Trouble Blues - Part2

I can get money, but trouble won't let it stay
Trouble gets on me and my money gets away
I wonder why trouble keeps on worryin' me
I'd just soon have my body, baby, buried in the sea

Trouble in the morning, noon and night
Seem like I'm treated every way but right
I wonder why trouble keeps on worryin' me
I'd just soon have my body, baby, buried in the sea

(Play it Mr. Scrapper, that's too tight! Why, you ought to quit it!)

When trouble gets on me it never ends
I get out of one thing, and back into something else again
I wonder why trouble keeps on worryin' me
I'd just soon have my body, baby, buried in the sea

Nobody knows the trouble I do see
Nobody knows but the good Lord and me
I wonder why trouble keeps on worryin' me
I'd just soon have my body, baby, buried in the sea



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Writer(s): Francis Hillman Scrapper Blackwell
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