[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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