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(allen collins -- ronnie vanzant)
Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jail
Some of the times I been there nobody could go my bail
Well it seems to me, lord that this ol’ boy just don’t fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh...
Those misters 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
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Double trouble--that’s what my friends all call me
(double trouble)
I said, double trouble
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 doin’ 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
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Lyrics: Lynyrd Skynyrd
