T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Standard tuning.


Intro: D C G
          C                        
I play an old piano from nine till 
            G
a half past one.
D                                
Tryin' to make a livin' watchin' 
C                     G
everybody else havin' fun.
        C                    
Well, I don't miss much if it 
                         G
happens on a dance hall floor.
D                 C        
Mercy - look what just walked 
                G
through that door.
      C                 G
Well, hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
D                             
What in the world are you doin' 
  C       G
A-L-O-N-E?
     C                         G  
Say, hey good L-Double-O-K-I-N-G, 
D           C       D C G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
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        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                       
Hey! But mama never told me 'bout 
                    G
nothin' like-a Y-O-U.
          D                  
Say, your mama must have been 
         C                    G
another somethin'-or another too.
     C                           G
Say, hello good 
  D           C       D C G
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                         
Mother Nature's sure been good to 
     G
Y-O-U.
D                             
Well your mother must have been 
          C                   G
another good-lookin' mother too.
     C                          G  
Say, hey, good L-Double-O-K-I-N-G, 
D           C       D C 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                    
Cause the world ain't ready for 
                    G
nothin' like a Y-O-U.
D                                 
Well I bet your mother musta been 
  C                   G
a good-lookin' mother too. Hey, say 
hey!
     C                          G  
Say, hey, good L-Double-O-K-I-N-G, 
D           C       D C G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
Hey, hey etc.
* Keep the G chord alive trough the 
whole verse.