Besedila: Travis Tritt. T-r-o-u-b-l-e. T-r-o-u-b-l-e.

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