T-R-O-U-B-L-E Chords by Travis Tritt

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Yeah! _ _ _ _ _
[Gm] Well, I [C] play an old guitar from nine [G] till I have half one.
_ I'm [D] trying to make a living [C] watching everybody [G] else having fun. _
[C] Well, I don't miss much if it happens [G] on the dance hall floor.
_ _ [D] Mercy, look [C] what just walked through [G] that door.
_ [C] Well, hello, T-R-O-U-V [G]-L-E. _
[D] Tell me what in the world [C] you're doing there, [G] O-N-E. _
Yeah, [C] I say, hey, good L-double O-K [G]-I-N-G.
_ [D] Yeah, I smell [C] T-R-O-U-V-L-E. _
[G] Yeah.
_ [Gm] I was a little gritty baby when [G] my papa hit the skid.
Mama had a time, time to raise nine kids.
She told me not to stare cause it wasn't cold like.
She did the best she could to try to raise me [C] right.
But Mama never told me about nothing like [G] a Y-O-U.
_ [D] But to Mama must have [C] been another good [G]-looking honey tea. _
[C] Hey, hey, good L-double O-K [G]-I-N-G.
_ [D] Well, I smell [C] T-R-O-U [G]-V-L _ _ [C]-E. _
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[D] Woo!
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[Gm] Woo!
_ _ _ Oh,
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[G] sweet talk, sexy walkin', [Gm] honky-tonkin' baby.
Men are gonna love you and the [D] women gonna [C] hate you.
Reminding them of [G] everything you're never gonna be.
Maybe the [E] beginning of a World War [C] III.
Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like a Y [G]-O-U. _ _
[D] I bet you Mama must have been [C] another good-looking [G] mama too.
Hey, [C] say hey, good L-double O-K-I [G]-N-G.
_ _ [D] Well, I smell T [C]-R-O-U-V-L-E. _
[G] I smell it.
_ I smell it. _
I smell it.
I smell it.
I smell it.
_ I [D] smell [C] T-R-O _ [Bb] _ [C] _ [G] _ _
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-U-V-L-E.
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