Trouble

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3:37

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Trouble by Adrienne Taylor Copyright 2011 I was born and raised in Mississippi He grew up in Motor City My parents raised me right He’s never had a solid home Marlboro Reds in his back pocket Tattoos up and down his arms Whiskey running through his veins He’ll start a fight at the bar. I know it’s wrong But I just can’t help it. He likes running into the law And he likes packs of cheap cigarettes And he likes fightin’ in the local bars And drinkin’ to his heart’s content He likes country girls like me And he likes his motorcycle loud He likes drivin’ on the back roads With his arm around me. It’s so wrong He’s trouble. My momma tried to warn me She said sweet southern girls Don’t fall in love with a bad boy You’ll only end up hurt So run as fast as you can Trouble’s found it’s way to you That boy is the devil’s handiwork And he wants you. He likes running into the law And he likes packs of cheap cigarettes And he likes fightin’ in the local bars And drinkin’ to his heart’s content He likes country girls like me And he likes his motorcycle loud He likes drivin’ on the back roads With his arm around me. It’s so wrong He’s trouble. I’ve got whiskey in my bones He always smells like cigarettes I’m the darkness, she’s the light I take away some of his sins I’ve got eyes as cold as ice And they’re staring into me. I know it’s wrong But I just can’t help it. He likes running into the law And he likes packs of cheap cigarettes And he likes fightin’ in the local bars And drinkin’ to his heart’s content He likes country girls like me And he likes his motorcycle loud He likes drivin’ on the back roads With his arm around me. It’s so wrong He’s trouble.