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Trouble, I've Had It All My Days
Mississippi John Hurt
Trouble, had it all my days
Trouble, had it all my days
Seem like trouble, carry me to my grave
My momma told me, before I left her door
Lord, momma told me
Gonna have trouble, Son every where you go
Well, you talk about trouble, I had it all my days
Trouble, had it all my days
Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave
Lord, I wish my baby, stop her evil ways
Lord, I wish my baby
Wish my baby, would stop her evil ways
Seems like trouble
Trouble, had it all my days
I believe trouble, gonna carry me to my grave
But tell me baby, what's the matter now
Baby, tell me what's a matter now
If your gonna quit your daddy anyhow
Well trouble, trouble, I had it all my days
Trouble, had it all my days
Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave
I was walking down the street, just couldn't keep from cryin'
couldn't keep from cryin'
The girl I love, she sure was on my mind
Lord, the police arrested me, put me in jail
Police arrested me, put me in jail
I didn't have nobody, come and go my bail
Lord, you talk about trouble, I've had it all my days
Trouble, had it all my days.
Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave
compositores: Mississippi John Hurt
Trouble, had it all my days
Seem like trouble, carry me to my grave
My momma told me, before I left her door
Lord, momma told me
Gonna have trouble, Son every where you go
Well, you talk about trouble, I had it all my days
Trouble, had it all my days
Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave
Lord, I wish my baby, stop her evil ways
Lord, I wish my baby
Wish my baby, would stop her evil ways
Seems like trouble
Trouble, had it all my days
I believe trouble, gonna carry me to my grave
But tell me baby, what's the matter now
Baby, tell me what's a matter now
If your gonna quit your daddy anyhow
Well trouble, trouble, I had it all my days
Trouble, had it all my days
Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave
I was walking down the street, just couldn't keep from cryin'
couldn't keep from cryin'
The girl I love, she sure was on my mind
Lord, the police arrested me, put me in jail
Police arrested me, put me in jail
I didn't have nobody, come and go my bail
Lord, you talk about trouble, I've had it all my days
Trouble, had it all my days.
Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave
compositores: Mississippi John Hurt
