If youre looking for trouble
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You came to the right place
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If youre looking for trouble
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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
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Because Im evil, my middle name is misery
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Well Im evil, so dont you mess around with me
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Ive never looked for trouble
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But Ive never ran
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I dont take no orders
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From no kind of man
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Im only made out
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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
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Im evil, evil, evil, as can be
~#**************#~
So dont mess around dont mess around dont mess around with me
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Im evil, Im evil, evil, evil
~#**************#~
So dont mess around, dont mess around with me
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Im evil, I tell you Im evil
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So dont mess around with me
~#**************#~
Yeah!
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Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
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Left my mama a goodbye note
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By sundown Id left Kingston
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With my guitar under my coat
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I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis
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Got a room at the YMCA
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For the next three weeks I went huntin them nights
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Just lookin for a place to play
~#**************#~
Well, I thought my pickin would set em on fire
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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
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On a overloaded poultry truck
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I thumbed on down to Panama City
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Started pickin out some o them all night bars
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Hopin I could make myself a dollar
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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
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Roamed a thousand miles of track
~#**************#~
Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama
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At a club they call Big Jacks
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A little four-piece band was jammin
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So I took my guitar and I sat in
~#**************#~
I showed em what a band would sound like
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With a swingin little guitar man
~#**************#~
Show em, son
~#**************#~
If you ever take a trip down to the ocean
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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
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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”