| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Trouble in the city, trouble in the farm,
You got your rabbit's foot,
you got your good-luck charm.
But they can't help you none when there's
trouble.
Trouble,
Trouble, trouble, trouble,
Nothin' but
trouble.
Trouble in the water, trouble in the air,
Go all the way to the other side
of the world, you'll find trouble there.
Revolution even ain't no solution for
trouble.
Trouble,
Trouble, trouble, trouble,
Nothin' but
trouble.
Drought and starvation, packaging of the soul,
Persecution, execution,
governments out of control.
You can see the writing on the wall inviting
trouble.
Trouble,
Trouble, trouble, trouble,
Nothin' but
trouble.
Put your ear to the train tracks, put your ear to the ground,
You ever feel
like you're never alone even when there's nobody else around?
Since the beginning of the
universe man's been cursed by trouble.
Trouble,
Trouble, trouble,
trouble,
Nothin' but trouble.
Nightclubs of the broken-hearted, stadiums of the
damned,
Legislature, perverted nature, doors that are rudely slammed.
Look into infinity,
all you see is trouble.
Trouble,
Trouble, trouble, trouble,
Nothin' but trouble |
