| D | |
| Woke up this mornin' |
| G | D | |
| Happy as could | be |
| A | |
| I looked out my | window |
| D | |
| What did I | see |
| Walkin' up my sidewalk |
| G | D | |
| Just as plain as | day |
| A | |
| Here comes trouble that I never thought I'd | see |
| D | |
| When she went a- | way. |
| CHORUS |
| G | |
| Hello | trouble |
| D | |
| Come on | in |
| A | |
| Talk about | heartaches |
| D | |
| Where in the world you | been |
| Well, I ain't had the miseries |
| G | D | |
| Since you been | gone |
| G | D | |
| Hello | trouble, trouble, | trouble |
| A | D | |
| Welcome | home. |
| Well, I'll make a pot of coffee |
| And let you rest your shoes |
| You can tell those sweet lies |
| And I'll listen to you |
| 'Cause I'm just a little part of |
| The life you live |
| But I'd rather have a little bit of trouble |
| Than to never know the love you give. |
| CHORUS |
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| | Submitted by: Gene Graham | |
| | ah827@rgfn.epcc.edu El Paso, Texas | |
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