Intro: (x2) Oooooooooo I steal my cigs from the Seven-Six smoking up in church, up to all my tricks I’m a bad little angel, I fell from Grace Georgia Peach gone bad, yeah, you know the taste If you must know what I think of you, so help me Lord, I’m going to speak the truth and I try, and I try, try, try and I try to do right And I I I got trouble in mind(got trouble in mind) I I I got trouble in mind Born under a bad sign, like Albert King, I have the matchbox Blues, I like to sing I will break your heart, honey, for the kicks I’m a bona fide slacker and I like quick fix I could behave but what’s the use, so help me Lord, I gotta cut loose and I try, and I try, try, try and I try to do right And I I I got trouble in mind(got, trouble in mind) I I I got trouble in mind I shiver and shake, I moan, I ache oh doctor got to give me something for this pain,'cause I I I got trouble in mind, trouble in mind Solo I got to Paris, all the lights went down They built the Berlin Wall to keep me out I broke your heart from thirty thousand feet They post a danger sing everywhere I sleep, 'cause I I I got trouble in mind(got, trouble in mind) I I I got trouble in mind(got, trouble in mind) I I I got trouble in my mind I I I got trouble in mind(got, trouble in mind) I shiver and shake, I moan, I ache oh doctor got to give me something for this pain I shiver and shake, I moan, I ache oh doctor got to give me something for this pain, 'cause I I I got trouble in mind(got, trouble in mind) I I I got trouble in mind