—Frank Blevin and his Tar Heeled Rattlers
Trouble oh trouble
Its trouble all the time
If trouble don't kill me
I'll live a long long time
Chorus:
Don't get trouble in mind, poor boy
Don't get trouble in mind (x4)
My mammy told me something
My daddy told me more
If I married in my life
Be trouble at my door
What my mammy tells me
Is sure to come to pass
Drinking and a gamblin'
Will be my ruin at last
What my daddy tells me
Is sure gone to be done
I'll be in the penitentiary
Before my time is gone
Sometimes I have money
Sometimes I have none
When I get a drinkin'
My money is soon gone
Sometimes I drink one drink
Sometimes I have two
When I get a drinkin'
Hard tell what I'll do
May daddy to marry
But not for love nor riches
Marry a gal bout six foot tall
And she can wear the britches
When I'm dead and buried
I'm gonna carry the blame
Goin up yonder to heaven
And play that angel game
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Chorus
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