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
A Georgia peach gone bad
Yeah, you know the taste
If you must know what I think of you
So help me, lord, I'm gonna speak the truth
And I try
And I try, try, try
And I try to do right
But I... got trouble in mind, got trouble in mind
But I... got trouble in mind, got trouble in mind
Born under a bad sign
Like Albert King
He played the matchbox
Blues I like to sing
I'll break you heart
Baby for the kicks
I'm a bonafide slacker
And I like a quick fix
I could behave but what's the use
So help me, lord, I've got to cut loose
And I try
And I try, try, try
And I try to do right
But I... got trouble in mind, got trouble in mind
But I... got trouble in mind, got trouble in mind
I shiver and shake
I moan and I ache
Oh, doctor gotta give me
Something for this pain
And I... got trouble in mind, got trouble in mind
I try
And I try
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 sign everywhere I sleep
'Cause I... got trouble in mind, got trouble in mind
I... got trouble in mind
I... got trouble in mind, got trouble in mind
I... got trouble in mind, got trouble in mind
I shiver and shake
I moan and I ache
Oh, doctor gotta give me
Something for this pain
I shiver and shake
I moan and I ache
Oh, doctor gotta give me
Something for this pain...
