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

	        
Standard tuning. 
 
      
Intro: D C G 
          C                                    G 
I play an old piano from nine till a half past one. 
D                                C                     G 
Tryin' to make a livin' watchin' everybody else havin' fun. 
        C                                             G 
Well, I don't miss much if it happens on a dance hall floor. 
D                 C                        G 
Mercy - look what just walked through that door. 
      C                 G 
Well, hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E. 
D                               C       G 
What in the world are you doin' A-L-O-N-E? 
     C                         G  D           C       D C G 
Say, hey good L-Double-O-K-I-N-G, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E. 
         G   
I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids. 
Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids. 
Told me not to stare'cause it was impolite.  
And did the best she could to try to raise me right. 
         C                                           G 
Hey! But mama never told me 'bout nothin' like-a Y-O-U. 
          D                           C                    G 
Say, your mama must have been another somethin'-or another too. 
     C                           G  D           C       D C G 
Say, hello good L-Double-O-K-I-N-G, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E. 
           G   
Well, you talk about a woman: I've seen a lotta others. 
With too much somethin' and not enough of another. 
You've got it all together like a lovin' machine. 
You're lookin' like glory and walkin' like a dream. 
       C                              G 
Mother Nature's sure been good to Y-O-U. 
D                                       C                   G 
Well your mother must have been another good-lookin' mother too. 
     C                          G  D           C       D C G  
Say, hey, good L-Double-O-K-I-N-G, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E. 
           
           G     
Well, you talk about a trouble-makin' hunka' pokey bait. 
That men are gonna love and all the women gonna hate. 
Remindin' them of everything they're never gonna be. 
Maybe the beginning of a World War Three. 
          C                                        G 
Cause the world ain't ready for nothin' like a Y-O-U. 
D                                   C                   G  
Well I bet your mother musta been a good-lookin' mother too. Hey, say hey! 
     C                          G  D           C       D C G 
Say, hey, good L-Double-O-K-I-N-G, I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E. 
Hey, hey etc. 
  Keep the G chord alive trough the whole verse. 
   
 
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Contribuição: Luís Arthur Bernardi Joly de Oliveira([email protected]) 

	        

Written by Jerry Chesnut