Those misters dressed in blue
never done so right by me
Some of the times I was innocent
but the judge said guilty
I'm not one to complain now
son I tell you true
When the black cat cross your
trail, Lord
It comes in misery times two
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Double trouble--that's what
my friends all call me
(Double trouble)
I said, double trouble
T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Well I was born down in the
gutter
With a temper as hot as fire
Spent ninety days on a peat
farm just doin' the county's time
Well now, even mama said Son
you're bad news
And it won't be too long before
someone puts one through you
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