Travis Tritt - T-R-O-U-B-L-E guitar chord

INTRO:(G)

Well, I play an (C)old guitar from nine till a-half past (G)one

I'm just (D)tryin to make a livin watchin (C)everybody else havin (G)fun

Well, I (C)don't miss much if it happens on the dance hall (G)floor

(D)Mercy, look what (C)just walked through that (G)door

Well (C)hello T-R-O-U-B-L-(G)E

Tell me (D)what in the world are you (C)doin A-L-O-N-(G)E?

Say (C)hey good L-double-O-K-I-N-(G)G. Yea, (D)I smell

T-R-(C)O-U-B-L-(C)E(C)(C) (G)

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(G)

I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids

Mama had a time tryin to raise nine kids

She Told me not to stare cause it was IM-PO-LITE

She did the best she to could try to raise me right

(eoc)

But (C)mama never told me 'bout nothin like Y-O-(G)U

Bet your (D)momma musta been another (C)good looking honey (G)too

Hey, (C)hey good L-double-O-K-I-N-(G)G. Well, (D)I smell T-R-(C)O-U-B-L-(G)E

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(C)_(G)_(D)_(C)_(G)________(C)_(G)_(D)_(C)_(G)

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(G)

Well you're a sweet talkin' sexy walkin, honky-tonkin' baby

The men are gonna love ya, and the women gonna hate ya

Remindin them of everything they're never gonna be

It may be the beginnin of a world war three

(eoc)

Cause the (C)world ain't ready for nothing like a Y-O-(G)U

Bet your (D)momma musta been another (C)good looking momma (G)too

Hey, I say (C)hey good L-double-O-K-I-N-(G)G. Well, (D)I smell

T-R-(C)O-U-B-L-(C)E(C)(C)

(G)I said hey. I said hey. I said hey. I said hey. I said hey.

(D)I smell T-R-(C)O-U-B-L-(C)E(C)(C) (G)