CG
Well I play an old guitar from nine till half past o-ne
DCG
I'm just try-in' to make a livin' watching ever-ybody else havin' f-un
CG
Well I d-on't miss much if it happens on a dancehall fl-oor
DCG
Me-rcy look what j-ust walked through that d-oor
Chorus:
CG
Well hello T-R-O-U-B-L-ED
Tell me w-hat in the world
CG
You doin' A-L-O-N-ECG
Yeah say hey good L double O-K-I-N-GDCG
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-EG
I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
G
Mama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids
G
She told me not to stare cause it was impolite
G
She did the best she could to try to raise me right
CG
Caus-e mama never told me 'bout nothin' like Y-O-U
DCG
Bet your m-ama musta been another g-ood lookin' honey t-oo
CG
I said hey good L double O-K-I-N-GDCG
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
Lead
CGDCGG
Well a sweet talkin', sexy walkin', honky tonkin' baby
G
The men are gonna love ya and the woman gonna hate ya
G
Remindin' them of everything they're never gonna be
G
May be the beginning of a world war three
CG
Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like Y-O-U
DCG
I bet your mama musta been another go-od lookin' mama to-o
CG
Yeah say hey good L double O-K-I-N-GDCG
Well I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-EG
I said hey
G
I said hey
G
I said hey
G
I said hey
G
I said hey
DCG
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.