Elvis Presley - T-r-o-u-b-l-e

I play an ^Cold piano from nine till a half past ^Gone ^DTryin' to make a livin' watchin' ^Ceverybody else having ^Gfun Well, I ^Cdon't miss much that ever happens on a dance hall ^Gfloor ^DMercy, look what ^Cjust walked through that ^Gdoor C Well, hello T-R-0-U-B-L-E ^DWhat in the world you're doin' ^CA-L-O-N-^GE? Say^C, good L-double O-K-I-N-^GG D C I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E G ^GI was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids ^GMama had a time tryin' to raise nine kids ^GTold me not to stare cause it was impolite ^G7And did the best she could to try to raise me right But ^Cmama never told me 'bout nothing like Y-O-^GU Say, your ^Dmama must have been another ^Csomething or another ^Gtoo Say, he^Cllo good L-double O-K-I-N-^GG D C I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E G ^GWell, you talk about a woman I've seen a lot of others ^GBut too much something' and not enough another ^GYou've got it all together like a lovin' machine ^GLookin' like glory and walkin' like a dream ^CMother Nature's sure been good to Y-O-^GU Well, your ^Dmama must have been another good lookin' other ^Gtoo Say, ^Chey, good L-double O-K-I-N-^GG D C I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E G ^GWell, you talk about a trouble-makin' hunka pokey bait ^GThe men are gonna love and all the women gonna hate ^GReminding them of everything they never gonna be ^GMaybe the beginning of a' World War III Oh, the ^Cworld ain't ready for nothin' like a Y-O-^GU Well, I ^Dbet your mama must have been another ^Csomething or the other ^Gtoo Say ^Chey good L-double O-K-I-N-^GG D C I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E