| Got a good job waitin' for me up in Chicago, yeah
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| I don’t start in two weeks the day after tomorrow
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| Now I’m all packed up, ready to go
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| Only trouble is, ain’t got no wheels to roll
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| My crazy next door lady always givin' me the evil eye
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| She says she don’t like me but won’t tell me why
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| Says she feels she need to watch me day 'n' night
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| Only trouble is, that bitch is right
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| Trouble in love, trouble in life
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| Trouble by day, trouble by night
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| Trouble is yours, trouble is mine
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| Trouble is truth, trouble can lie
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| So give me a new suit or wing leather boots buffed to a high shine
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| New brim, and a Cadillac to drive
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| Get me all dressed up like a Saturday night
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| Only trouble is, same old shit inside |