Trouble

Trouble I've stayed away from trouble Straightened up my life I pay the rent when rent come due I gotta a day job I'm goin to school I give up the whiskey the late nights out I got myself a savings account But here comes TROUBLE Ridin up on his 4X4 He scuffs them dusty cowboy boots across my polished floors Here comes TROUBLE he's just in time I've been so good Nearly lost my mind If I could just get into TROUBLE I'd be fine Mama, you're gonna be so disappointed when you hear I've turned a fool But this gettin up early Five days a week ain't cool Im gonna pop the tab on this cold Coors Lite Go lookin for trouble Maybe a fight If Iand in jail I've done it right originally submitted under Janetta Harrington