Double Trouble (Alternate Version) - Lynyrd Skynyrd

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 sh.

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

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Double trouble--that's what my friends all call me

(Double trouble)

I said, double trouble

T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Well I was born down in the gutter

With a temper as hot as fire

Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' 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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