Lyrics The Trouble - Clint Black

The Trouble

I’ve seen a puffed up chest
Barnyard’s gotta have three or four
And the cock of the walk
Is gonna bash your ears
He hurt that cock and blew for yours
This is ain’t that kinda trouble
This is something new
The kinda you wanna run away from
And the kind you wanna run into you
I ain’t never seen the likes of you
I never really wanted to
I guess I ought to be relieved at how much I hate this feeling
I had quite enough of you and everything you say and do
And mostly that you might be the T-R-O-U-B-L-E
I’m gonna get into
Too high in the saddle and too much spur
How could anybody get next to her?
She’s got a look he knows too well
Jumping Jackaroo won’t ring her bell
But this Jackaroo ain’t jumping
And he couldn’t be a pretty good hand
I’m thinking this could be something
Something I just can’t stand
Look at her standing there
Gotta be something wrong
Make you wanna stop and stare
And not wanna look too long