aint no trouble gonna find me now.

trouble tracks me down, its been dragging me around since my feet first touched the ground. and im kicking like a kid, cause i cant get rid of it, and its never goin nowhere now. i duck-dodge to my left, i slide step to my right, but it nails me everytime. and im finished pulling fits, ill learn to live with it. marching steady, straight and by my side. trouble makes no scene, he sweeps in surgical and clean, leaves me begging on my hands and knees. and hes always on the clock, but he doesnt own a watch cause he wrecks me straight into my sleep. when i drift into a dream and im sailing on some sea, shooting whiskey with my irish pride, till he wakes me up. im alone in brooklyn, broke as fuck, with a splitting headache and sore bloodshot eyes. and ive known trouble all my life and im sick of asking why. its like screaming at a set of dice. theyre gonna roll the way they roll and then youre never gonna know, so getting crazys just a waste of time. ive just seen trouble track me down, it keeps pushing me around, till im deep inside the ground. and then ill smile in my sleep, cause in that box im finally free. and aint no trouble gonna find me now. aint no trouble gonna find me now. aint no trouble gonna find me now.