| Here comes trouble in a pair of tight jeans
|
| Fit to be tied bustin' at the seams
|
| Got a bead on me she’s a shootin' this way
|
| I’m under the gun should I run or stay
|
| On one hand I’m thinkin' that I better lay low
|
| But then on the other what a way to go
|
| What kind of fix have I got me into
|
| Darned if I don’t and danged if I do
|
| She’s got me wide eyed tongue tied beside myself
|
| I’m tore up talk me down I might need help
|
| Hold me back boys I ain’t thinkin' straight
|
| My head’s cryin' run but my heart’s sayin' wait
|
| (Guitar)
|
| I’m darned if I don’t danged if I do
|
| Yeah, I’m darned if I don’t d-d-danged if I do |