I steal my cigs from the Seventy-Six
Smokin' up in church, up to all my tricks
I'm a bad little angel, I fell from grace
Georgia Peach gone bad, yeah, you know the taste, and
If you must know what I think of you, then
So help me Lord, I'm gonna speak the truth
And I try
And I try, try, try
And I try
To do right
But I –
Got trouble in mind (got trouble in mind)
I –
Got trouble in mind (got trouble in mind)
Born under a bad sign, like Albert King
He heard the Matchbox Blues I like to sing
I'll break your heart, baby, for the kicks
I'm a bonafide slacker and I like a quick fix
I could behave, but what's the use?
So help me Lord, I've gotta cut loose
And I try
And I try, try, try
And I try
To do right
But I –
Got trouble in mind (got trouble in mind)
I –
Got trouble in mind (got trouble in mind)
Shimmery shake, how long did I ache?
Oh doctor, you tell me, you'll give me something for this pain
And I –
Got trouble in mind (trouble in mind)
Wo-ho-ho-hole gone
Wo-ho-ho, encore (woow)
Ho-ho-ho-ho, and I try
And I try!
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I got to Paris, all the lights went down
They built the Berlin Wall to keep me out
I broke your heart from thirty-thousand feet?
Then post a danger sign every where I'll sleep
'Cause I –
Got trouble in mind (got trouble in mind)
I –
Got trouble in my mind
I –
Got trouble in mind (got trouble in mind)
I –
Got trouble in mind (got trouble in mind)
Shake, shake, how long did I ache?
Oh doctor, you gotta give me something for this pain
Oh, shimmery shake, how long did I ache?
Oh doctor, you gotta give me something for this pain