Jeffrey L. and Christy D. Howard

Jeffrey L. and Christy D. Howard

Christy Howard

unpublished

Christy Howard, lead vocals; Jeff Howard, guitars; Frank Greenhalgh, bass; Bob Lee, drums; Vito Lafata, banjo, dobro and harmonica.

unreleased

Short Description of Song

Gossip about adultery in a small country town.

Long Description of Song

Betty Mae found out her man been foolin' around and she's got her gun, tracking him down. The story is all over town. What they don't know is that I'm the third part of the love triangle.

Story Behind the Song

Inspired by actual events, but the names have been changed to protect the innocent.

�© 2006 Jeffrey L. and Christy D. Howard

Small town, big trouble
we've got trouble, in this town
Trouble brewing, all around
People talking, 'bout what went down
We've got trouble
oooooh, we've got trouble

Don't tell a soul, don't make a sound
But Sonny Smith's, been foolin' 'round
and Betty Mae, she just found out
She's got a gun, drivin' around
We've got trouble
oooooh, we've got trouble

Now rumor has it, he's at the bar
And Betty Mae, she can't be far
When she finds him, she'll raise a stink
You know ol' Sonny, he loves to drink
We've got trouble
oooooh, we've got trouble

Solos

Small town people are doin' the, best they can
But they can't keep a secret
When the stuff hits the fan
It could last an hour
It could last for days
A little bit of trouble
Goes a mighty long ways

Small town, big trouble
we've got trouble, in this town
Trouble brewing, all around
People talking, 'bout what went down
We've got trouble
oooooh, we've got trouble

Well shut my mouth, don't make a sound
there's a rumor, that's goin' around
Betty Mae, shot Sonny down
that's the news, all over town
We've got trouble
oooooh, we've got trouble

I'm packing my bags, and leavin' town
I got off track, been foolin' around
And Betty Mae, she just found out
She's gonna shoot, poor me down
We've got trouble
oooooh, we've got trouble



Small town people are doin' the, best they can
But they can't keep a secret
When the stuff hits the fan
It could last an hour
It could last for days
A little bit of trouble
Goes a mighty long ways

[guitar riff -- end]