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Trouble, had it all my days.
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Trouble, had it all my days.
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Seem like trouble, carry me to my grave.
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My momma told me, before I left her door.
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Lord, momma told me...
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Gonna have trouble, Son every where you go.
Well, you talk about trouble, I had it all my days.
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Trouble, had it all my days.
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Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave.
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Lord, I wish my baby, stop her evil ways.
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Lord, I wish my baby...
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Wish my baby, would stop her evil ways.
Seems like trouble...
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Trouble, had it all my days.
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I believe trouble, gonna carry me to my grave.
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But tell me baby, what's the matter now.
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Baby, tell me what's a matter now.
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If your gonna quit your daddy anyhow.
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Well trouble, trouble, I had it all my days.
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Trouble, had it all my days.
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Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave.
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I was walking down the street, just couldn't keep from cryin'.
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...couldn't keep from cryin'.
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The girl I love, she sure was on my mind.
Lord, the police arrested me, put me in jail.
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Police arrested me, put me in jail.
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I didn't have nobody, come and go my bail.
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Lord, you talk about trouble, I've had it all my days.
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Trouble, had it all my days.
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Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave.
Written by Mississippi John Hurt