If youre looking for trouble
~#**************#~
You came to the right place
~#**************#~
If youre looking for trouble
~#**************#~
Just look right in my face
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I was born standing up
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And talking back
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My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack
~#**************#~
Because Im evil, my middle name is misery
~#**************#~
Well Im evil, so dont you mess around with me
~#**************#~
Ive never looked for trouble
~#**************#~
But Ive never ran
~#**************#~
I dont take no orders
~#**************#~
From no kind of man
~#**************#~
Im only made out
~#**************#~
Of flesh, blood and bone
~#**************#~
But if youre gonna start a rumble
~#**************#~
Dont you try it on alone
~#**************#~
Because Im evil, my middle name is misery
~#**************#~
Well Im evil, so dont you mess around with me
~#**************#~
Im evil, evil, evil, as can be
~#**************#~
Im evil, evil, evil, as can be
~#**************#~
So dont mess around dont mess around dont mess around with me
~#**************#~
Im evil, Im evil, evil, evil
~#**************#~
So dont mess around, dont mess around with me
~#**************#~
Im evil, I tell you Im evil
~#**************#~
So dont mess around with me
~#**************#~
Yeah!
~#**************#~
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
~#**************#~
Left my mama a goodbye note
~#**************#~
By sundown Id left Kingston
~#**************#~
With my guitar under my coat
~#**************#~
I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
~#**************#~
Got a room at the YMCA
~#**************#~
For the next three weeks I went huntin them nights
~#**************#~
Just lookin for a place to play
~#**************#~
Well, I thought my pickin would set em on fire
~#**************#~
But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man
~#**************#~
Well, I nearly bout starved to death down in Memphis
~#**************#~
I run outta money and luck
~#**************#~
So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia
~#**************#~
On a overloaded poultry truck
~#**************#~
I thumbed on down to Panama City
~#**************#~
Started pickin out some o them all night bars
~#**************#~
Hopin I could make myself a dollar
~#**************#~
Makin music on my guitar
~#**************#~
I got the same old story at them all night piers
~#**************#~
There aint no room around here for a guitar man
~#**************#~
We dont need a guitar man, son
~#**************#~
So I slept in the hobo jungles
~#**************#~
Roamed a thousand miles of track
~#**************#~
Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama
~#**************#~
At a club they call Big Jacks
~#**************#~
A little four-piece band was jammin
~#**************#~
So I took my guitar and I sat in
~#**************#~
I showed em what a band would sound like
~#**************#~
With a swingin little guitar man
~#**************#~
Show em, son
~#**************#~
If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
~#**************#~
Find yourself down around Mobile
~#**************#~
Make it on out to a club called Jacks
~#**************#~
If you got a little time to kill
~#**************#~
Just follow that crowd of people
~#**************#~
Youll wind up out on his dance floor
~#**************#~
Diggin the finest little five-piece group
~#**************#~
Up and down the Gulf of Mexico
~#**************#~
Guess whos leadin that five-piece band
~#**************#~
Well, wouldnt ya know, its that swingin little guitar man
~#**************#~
Play “Trouble/Guitar Man”
