Trouble I've Had All My Days Mississippi John Hurt
[Cborus]
[D]Trouble, had it all my days.
T[G]rouble, had it all my da[D]ys.
Seem like tr[A]ouble, carry me to my gr[D]ave.
[Verse]
[D]My momma told me, before I left her d[D]oor.
Lord, momma to[G]ld me...[D]
Gonna have tro[A]uble, Son every where you [D]go.
Well, you talk about trouble, I had it all my days.
[Cborus]
[G]Trouble, had it all my d[D]ays.
Seem like tr[A]ouble, gonna carry me to my [D]grave.
[Verse]
[D]Lord, I wish my baby, stop her evil ways.
Lord, I wish my b[G]aby...[D]
Wish my [A]baby, would stop her evil w[D]ays.
Seems like trouble...
[Cborus]
[G]Trouble, had it all my d[D]ays.
I believe tr[A]ouble, gonna carry me to my gra[D]ve.
[Verse]
[D]But tell me baby, what's the matter now.
Baby, tell [G]me what's a matter [D]now.
If your gonna qu[A]it your daddy any[D]how.
[Cborus]
[D]Well trouble, trouble, I had it all my days.
[G]Trouble, had it all my da[D]ys.
Seem like tr[A]ouble, gonna carry me to my g[D]rave.
[Verse]
[D]I was walking down the street, just couldn't keep from cryin'.
[G]...couldn't keep from cr[D]yin'.
The girl I [A]love, she sure was on my m[D]ind.
Lord, the police arrested me, put me in jail.
[G]Police arrested me, put me in j[D]ail.
I didn't have nob[A]ody, come and go my [D]bail.
[Cborus]
[D]Lord, you talk about trouble, I've had it all my days.
[G]Trouble, had it all my d[D]ays.
Seem like tr[A]ouble, gonna carry me to my g[D]rave.
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