Trouble - Whitesnake

I was raised a gambler’s son

And before I could walk, I had to learn how to run

And I never, never ever played a loaded dice

But I rolled a lot of women with a heart as cold as ice

On the run again, looking for a place to hide

Everywhere I look there is trouble

Always coming my way

Trouble always coming my way

Baby, I’m lonely, I’m out of control

I need someone to understand the badness in my soul

Though I never, I never stole another man’s wife

But I fooled around plenty enough and I got what I paid for

On the run again, looking for a place to hide

Everywhere I look there is trouble

Always coming my way

Trouble always coming my way, trouble

On the run again, looking for a place to hide

Everywhere I look there is trouble

Trouble always coming my way

I’m gonna change my lowdown ways, oh

Trouble always coming my way

Trouble always coming

Trouble always coming my way

Trouble always coming

I can’t change my evil ways