The Trouble

I've seen a puffed up chest before
Barnyard's gotta have three or four
And the cock of the walk
Is gonna bash your ears
He hurt that cock and blew for years
This is ain't that kinda trouble
This is something new
The kind you wanna run away from
And the kind you wanna run into you

I ain't never seen the likes of you
I never really wanted to
I guess I ought to be relieved at just how much I hate this feeling
I had quite enough of you and everything you say and do
And mostly that you might be the T-R-O-U-B-L-E
I'm gonna get into

Too high in the saddle and too much spur
How could anybody get next to her?
She's got a look he knows too well
Jumping Jackaroo won't ring her bell
But this Jackaroo ain't jumping
And he couldn't be a pretty good hand
I'm thinking this might be something
Something I just can't stand

I ain't never seen the likes of you
I never really wanted to
I guess I ought to be relieved at just how much I hate this feeling
I had quite enough of you and everything you say and do
And mostly that you might be the T-R-O-U-B-L-E
I'm gonna get into

Look at her standing there
Gotta be something wrong
Make you wanna stop and stare
And not wanna look too long

I ain't never seen the likes of you
I never really wanted to
I guess I ought to be relieved at just how much I hate this feeling
I had quite enough of you and everything you say and do
And mostly that you might be the T-R-O-U-B-L-E
I'm gonna get into

T-R-O-U-B-L-E I'm gonna get into



Credits
Writer(s): Clint Black
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