Текст песни: Trouble / Guitar Man + перевод

If you’re looking for trouble

You came to the right place

If you’re looking for trouble

Just look right in my face

I was born standing up And talking back

My daddy was a green-eyed mountain jack

Because I’m evil, my middle name is misery

Well I’m evil, so don’t you mess around with me

I’ve never looked for trouble

But I’ve never ran

I don’t take no orders

From no kind of man

I’m only made out

Of flesh, blood and bone

But if you’re gonna start a rumble

Don’t you try it on alone

Because I’m evil, my middle name is misery

Well I’m evil, so don’t you mess around with me

I’m evil, evil, evil, as can be

I’m evil, evil, evil, as can be So don’t mess around don’t mess around don’t mess around with me

I’m evil, I’m evil, evil, evil

So don’t mess around, don’t mess around with me

I’m evil, I tell you I’m evil

So don’t mess around with me Yeah!

Well, I quit my job down at the car wash,

Left my mama a goodbye note,

By sundown I’d left Kingston,

With my guitar under my coat,

I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis,

Got a room at the YMCA,

For the next three weeks I went huntin' them nights,

Just lookin' for a place to play,

Well, I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire,

But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man.

Well, I nearly 'bout starved to death down in Memphis,

I run outta money and luck,

So I bought me a ride down to Macon, Georgia,

On a overloaded poultry truck,

I thumbed on down to Panama City,

Started pickin' out some o' them all night bars,

Hopin' I could make myself a dollar,

Makin' music on my guitar,

I got the same old story at them all my peers,

There ain’t no room around here for a guitar man

So I slept in the hobo jungles,

Roamed a thousand miles off track,

Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama,

At a club they call Big Jack’s,

A little four-piece band was jammin',

So I took my guitar and I sat in,

I showed 'em what a band would sound like,

With a swingin' little guitar man.

Show 'em, son

If you ever take a trip down to the ocean,

Find yourself down around Mobile,

Make it on out to a club called Jack’s,

If you got a little time to kill,

Just follow that crowd of people,

You’ll wind up out on his dance floor,

Diggin' the finest little five-piece group,

Up and down the Gulf of Mexico,

Guess who’s leadin' that five-piece band,

Well, wouldn’t ya know, it’s that swingin' little guitar man

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