Am Eleven times I've been busted, eleven times I've been to jail. Some of the times I've been there nobody would go my bail. Dm Well, it seems to me, Lord, Am this old boy just don't fit. E Well, I could jump in a rose bush, Dm come out smellin' like. Those men that dressed in blue never done so right by me. Some of the times I was innocent, but the judge said guilty I'm not one to complain, now son I tell you true When the black cat cross your trail, Lord It comes in misery; times two Chorus: Dm Double trouble, Am that's what my friends all call me. E Dm I'm just double trouble. Am T-R-O-U-B-L-E Well I was born down in the gutter With a temper as hot as fire Spent ninety days on a peat farm, just doing the county's time Well now, even mama said, "Son you're bad news And it won't be too long before someone puts one through you" Chorus - x2 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm Dm E |