Trouble - Ray Price

I woke up this morning feeling so fine

swore off the women then nicely drank the wine

Drank up my coffee put on my shoes

Walked out the door whistlin' but now I’m singing the blues.

Trouble, here comes trouble,

You spell it w-o-m-a-n

She winds me around her finger

And I’ve got troubles again.

Everyone tells me that she’s a no good girl

That she’s living here in my neighborhood

Stare in the window of blues number three

If I don’t look for trouble it looks for me.

Oh trouble, here comes trouble

You spell it w-o-m-a-n

She winds me around her finger

And I’ve got troubles again…