Some Trouble - Two Gallants

Well it’s floodin' down in Dixie,

Drought out in the West

Hurricane in the ol' Northeast

Fire on the old Amer'(?)

You might try to fly away

You might try to run

We all got hell to pay, pay for what’s undone.

Some trouble

Some trouble, ooh

Some trouble

Some trouble’s bound to come

Some trouble’s bound to come

Like a drunkard with his whiskey,

A tinker (?) with his men

A junkie with his _____(?)

We must love our death.

It won’t come with a whisper,

Won’t come with a sneeze,

It’ll come with a stream of flame

Rising by the graves

Some trouble

Some trouble, ooh

Some trouble

Some trouble’s bound to come

Some trouble’s bound to come

Some trouble

Some trouble, ooh

Some trouble

Some trouble’s bound to come

Some trouble’s bound to come