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Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jail |
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Some of the times I been there nobody could go my bail |
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Well it seems to me, Lord that this ol' boy just don't fit |
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Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like shit |
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Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me |
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Some of the times I was innocent but the judge said guilty |
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I'm not one to complain now son I tell you true |
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When the black cat cross your trail, Lord |
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It comes in misery times two |
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Double trouble--that's what my friends all call me |
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(Double trouble) |
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I said, double trouble |
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T-R-O-U-B-L-E |
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Well I was born down in the gutter |
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With a temper as hot as fire |
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Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' the county's time |
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Well now, even mama said Son you're bad news |
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And it won't be too long before someone puts one through you |
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