| | C | G |
| Well, I play an | old guitar from nine till a-half past | one |
| | D | C | G |
| I'm just | tryin to make a livin watchin | everybody else havin | fun |
| | C | G |
| Well, I | don't miss much if it happens on the dance hall | floor |
| | D | C | G |
| | Mercy, look what | just walked through that | door |
Well [C]hello T-R-O-U-B-L-[G]E
| | D | C | G |
| Tell me | what in the world are you | doin A-L-O-N- | E? |
Say [C]hey good L-double-O-K-I-N-[G]G. Yea, [D]I smell
T-R-[C]O-U-B-L-[C]E[C][C] [G]
| I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids |
| Mama had a time tryin to raise nine kids |
| She Told me not to stare cause it was IM-PO-LITE |
| She did the best she to could try to raise me right |
| | C | G |
| But | mama never told me 'bout nothin like Y-O- | U |
| | D | C | G |
| Bet your | momma musta been another | good looking honey | too |
Hey, [C]hey good L-double-O-K-I-N-[G]G. Well, [D]I smell T-R-[C]O-U-B-L-[G]E
| | C | G | D | C | G | C | G | D | C | G |
| | _ | _ | _ | _ | ________ | _ | _ | _ | _ | |
| Well you're a sweet talkin' sexy walkin, honky-tonkin' baby |
| The men are gonna love ya, and the women gonna hate ya |
| Remindin them of everything they're never gonna be |
| It may be the beginnin of a world war three |
| | C | G |
| Cause the | world ain't ready for nothing like a Y-O- | U |
| | D | C | G |
| Bet your | momma musta been another | good looking momma | too |
Hey, I say [C]hey good L-double-O-K-I-N-[G]G. Well, [D]I smell
T-R-[C]O-U-B-L-[C]E[C][C]
| | G |
| | I said hey. I said hey. I said hey. I said hey. I said hey. |
[D]I smell T-R-[C]O-U-B-L-[C]E[C][C] [G]
