The Trouble - Clint Black

I’ve seen a puffed up chest

Barnyard’s gotta have three or four

And the cock of the walk

Is gonna bash your ears

He hurt that cock and blew for yours

This is ain’t that kinda trouble

This is something new

The kinda you wanna run away from

And the kind you wanna run into you

I ain’t never seen the likes of you

I never really wanted to

I guess I ought to be relieved at how much I hate this feeling

I had quite enough of you and everything you say and do

And mostly that you might be the T-R-O-U-B-L-E

I’m gonna get into

Too high in the saddle and too much spur

How could anybody get next to her?

She’s got a look he knows too well

Jumping Jackaroo won’t ring her bell

But this Jackaroo ain’t jumping

And he couldn’t be a pretty good hand

I’m thinking this could be something

Something I just can’t stand

Look at her standing there

Gotta be something wrong

Make you wanna stop and stare

And not wanna look too long