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Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jail |
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Some of the times I been there, nobody could go my bail |
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Well it seems to me, Lord that this ol' boy just don't fit |
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Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh |
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Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me |
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Some of the times I was innocent but the judge said, "Guilty" |
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I'm not one to complain now, son I tell you true |
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(Tell the truth boy, tell the truth) |
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When the black cat cross your trail |
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Lord, it comes in misery times two |
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(Misery times two) |
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Double trouble, that's what my friends all call me |
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(Double trouble, double trouble) |
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I said, "Double trouble" |
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T R O U B L E |
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(Double trouble) |
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Well I was born down in the gutter with a temper as hot as fire |
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Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' the county's time |
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Well now, even mama said, "Son you're bad news" |
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(Born to lose) |
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And it won't be too long before someone puts one through you |
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Double trouble, that's what my friends all call me |
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(Double trouble, double trouble) |
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I said, "Double trouble" |
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T R O U B L E |
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Double trouble, that's what my friends all call me |
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(Double trouble, double trouble) |
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I said, "Double trouble" |
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T R O U B L E |
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Double double, trouble trouble |
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Double double, trouble trouble |
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Double double, trouble trouble |
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Double double, trouble trouble |