Lyrics

TROUBLE
(Engelmann/Covert)

A shot gun blast in the middle of the night
guess Billy got pissed at his first x-wife
for taking all his money claiming she had the right
Now he's running

Demma wears boots with spurs on the back
she says the go well with her skin tight dress
She left her old man when Billy got back
They're old lovers

Chorus:
The cigarettes burn
A shot glass turns
These fools never learn
until there's Trouble

the cue ball breaks and the eight ball spins
Billy hustles pool when his wallet gets thin
some he'll let lose and some he'll let win
it's his decision

Midnight strikes and Demma gives the sign
Billy pulls his gun and robs 'em all blind
they race off in the night like Bonnie and Clyde
their both blasted

A gun shot blast in the middle of the day
a hundred miles an hour down I-88
The road block up ahead will never stand in their way
cause they're not stoppin