Trouble

Well i play this old guitar from nine to half past one.
i`m just trying to make a livi`n watching everybody else having fun.
well i dont miss much if it happens on a dancehall floor
mercy, look what just walked through that door
Well hello t-r-o-u-b-l-e
tell me what in the world you`re doi`n a-l-o-n-e
yeah say hey good l double o-k-i-n-g
well i smell t-r-o-u-b-l-e
I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
mama had a time tryi`n to raise nine kids
she told me not to stare `cause it was impolite
she did the best she could to try to raiseme right
Cause mama never told me `bout nothing like y-o-u
bet you`re mama musta been another good looki`n honey to
hey good l double o-k-i-n-g
well i smell t-r-o-u-b-l-e
Well a sweet talki`n, sexy walkin`n, honky tonki`n baby
the men are gonna love ya and the women gonna hate ya
remindi`n them of everything they`re never gonna be
may be the beginning of the world war three
`cause the world ain`t ready for nothing like y-o-u
i bet you`re mama musta been another good looki`n mama to, yeah
hey say hey good l double o-k-i-n-g
well i smell t-r-o-u-b-l-e
I smell t-r-o-u-b-l-e