Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jail Some of the times I been there nobody could go my bail Well it seems to me, lord that this ol' boy just don't fit Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh...
Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me Some of the times I was innocent but the judge said guilty I'm not one to complain now son I tell you true When the black cat cross your trail, lord It comes in misery times two
(chorus) Double trouble--that's what my friends all call me (double trouble) I said, double trouble T-r-o-u-b-l-e
Well I was born down in the gutter With a temper as hot as fire Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' the county's time Well now, even mama said son you're bad news And it won't be too long before someone puts one through you
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