Trouble my mama said when I was born the blood of her lins is trouble scorned trouble I raised up in a barefoot grove where the sun burned hotter than a red brick stove trouble and I never knew my papa's face the devil and the whiskey won the race and trouble trouble come Corus which way does trouble come trouble come from the sky come from the road come in the arms of the one you love trouble trouble come trouble come one night I seen a horseman come he carried a rose and a six-pin gun and trouble my mama leaned out in her cotton dress pressed his silver to her breast trouble trouble come Chorus I hid myself in the cool of the trees none of the others felt the breeze of trouble I held the match in my right hand the kerosene splashed in the sand trouble the flames grew high kissed my hair they grabbed my collar and they held me there for trouble trouble com Chorus I'm dead and gone but don't bury me leave my body by the cactus tree for trouble trouble will come