Trouble In Mind - Larkin Poe

I steal my cigs

From the seven 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

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… I… got trouble in mind

(Got trouble in mind)

I… I… got trouble in mind

(Got trouble in mind)

Born under a bad sign

Like Albert King

He had 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 got to cut loose

And I try

And I try, try, try

And I try to do right

But I… I… got trouble in mind

(Got trouble in mind)

I… I… got trouble in mind

(Got trouble in mind)

I shiver and shake

Oh, boy, did I ache

Oh, doctor, gotta give me something for this pain

And I… I… got trouble in mind

(Got trouble in mind)

Oh…

Oh…

Oh… and I try

And I try…

I got to Paris

All the lights went down

They built the Berlin wall

To keep me out

I’ll break your heart

From 30,000 feet

They post a «Danger» sign

Everywhere I sleep

'Cause I… I… got trouble in mind

(Got trouble in mind)

I… I… got trouble in my mind

I… I… got trouble in mind

(Got trouble in mind)

I… I… got trouble in mind

(Got trouble in mind)

I shiver and shake

Oh, boy, did I ache

Oh, doctor, gotta give me something for this pain

I shiver and shake

Oh, boy, did I ache

Oh, doctor, gotta give me something for this pain, oh