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
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
double trouble that’s what my friends all call me
double trouble
i said double trouble
trouble
well i was born down in the gutter
with a temper as hot as fire
spent ninety days on a peat farm just doing 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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Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Year: 1976
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 85