[Harp-L] Kim Wilson Lyrics



Lookin' For Trouble

 

I went looking for trouble 

Looks like trouble found me

Barely legal, six times three

Finest little thing I ever did see

Yeah your trouble  

A whole lota trouble 

Well I went looking for trouble 

and I believe its done found me

 

When first saw you baby

Man you was out of site 

Hair up high,

Dynamite frame

I said trouble must be your middle name 

Your trouble 

Man, I ain't gonna lie

Yeah you the kind of trouble I've always 

Been dieing to try

 

Well, you better tell that man 

Your with that you coming home with me

I got a bottle of scotch, a motel key

You're in for trouble just wait and see

Your trouble, man your just my kind

You're a whole lot of trouble

The trouble I had in mind

 

 

 

As far as I can remember these are the words. Hope this  helps.

 

Sam Blancato, Pittsburgh

 





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