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 son
I tell you true (tell the truth boy, tell the truth)
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) (double trouble)
I said, double trouble
T-r-o-u-b-l-e (double trouble)
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
Double trouble that's what my friends all call me
(Double trouble) (double trouble)
I said, double trouble
Double double (T-r-o-u-b-l-e )
Double trouble that's what my friends all call me
(Double trouble) (double trouble)
I said, double double
T-r-o-u-b-l-e
(Double double) (trouble double)
(Double double) (trouble double)
(Double double) (double trouble)
(Double double) (trouble double)