Trouble Lyrics

I play an old guitar from nine 'till half past one I'm just trying to make a living watching everyone else have fun I don't miss much if it happens on the dance hall floor I said mercy look what just walked through that door Hello trouble What in the world are you doing alone Hey good loo I smell trouble I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids Mamma had a time trying to raise nine kids She taught me not to stare cause it was impolite She did the best she could trying to raise me right But mama never taught me bout nothing like Y-O-U I Bet your mama must have been a good lookin' honey too Hey, good looking I smell trouble You sweet talking sexy walkin honky tonkin' baby The men are gonna' love you, the women are gonna' hate you Reminding them of everything they're never gonna' be It maybe the beginning of the world war three 'Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like Y-O-U Bet your mama must have been a good looking honey too Hey, good looking I smell trouble