—Traditional
The New Lost City Ramblers version:
Days are breaking
Breaking in my heart
Thinkin' I must be gettin old
I got an old sweetheart
Chorus:
Gonna get trouble in your mind
Gonna get trouble in your mind
I went down to my gal's house
She said she loves me some
She throwed her arms around my neck
Like a grape vine round a gum
Then I went to see that gal
She was staning in the yard
And Johnny's arms around her
And a baby on the (bar? far?)
It's raining it's hailing
It's pouring from the sky
If my true love goes back on me
Then surely I will die
Trouble, trouble
Its trouble on my mind
If trouble don't kill me boys
I'll live until I die
Ain't That Trouble in Mind, Crockett Ward and His Boys, 1927
Trouble oh trouble
It's trouble all the time
If trouble don't kill me
I'll live a long long time
Chorus:
Ain't that trouble in mind
Ain't that trouble in mind
My mammy told me something
My daddy told me more
If I married in this world
Be trouble in 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 I'm twenty-one
Sometimes I have money
Sometimes I have none
When I get on a drunken spree
My money is soon all gone
Sometimes I drink one dram
And sometimes I drink two
When I get on a drunken spree
Hard tellin' what I'll do
If I marry in this world
Won't be for love nor riches
Gonna marry a girl 'bout six foot tall
So she can wear my britches
There'll be no trouble in mind
There'll be no trouble in mind
Verse
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Chorus
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