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TROUBLE

When I was a little bitty baby Mama let me run around naked. Good thing that we lived out in the country. Neighbors woulda called the cops and we’d a been in Trouble, trouble, trouble, we’d a been in trouble…
Well, what a you know. Baby’s learning to throw Knocked Papa’s ashes off the mantel to the flo…Got ‘em in his eyes and he’s got ‘em in his nose and he’s got ‘em in his diaper and he’s got ‘em in his hair
Everbody runnin’ over here and over there. Yellin’, “Papa, Papa, Papa’s in trouble. Turn off the fan or he’s gonna be everywhere.”
When I got a little bit older, pants on my bottom and a shirt on my shoulder. Hat on my head and feelin’ bolder met a little girl got my courage up and told her I’d really like to hug her and I wanted to hold her. Tried to kiss her but it was a disaster. Trouble, trouble, I’m in trouble…

Well, I got out of college and I joined up in the army. Gonna go and do my thing for my country. Handed me a rifle and they told me to stick it right between the gonads of a dummy in the thicket. I say, “What? Just so you know it, I ain’t no killer. I’m a poet. I’m in trouble but I got something to write about now
Well, they sent me out the door with a paper bag of lunch. Standin’ by the road waiting for a yellow bus Sent me off to school. Gonna learn me how to read and write…
When I was a little bitty baby Mama let me run around naked. Good thing that we lived out in the country. Neighbors woulda called the cops and we’d a been in Trouble, trouble, trouble, we’d a been in trouble…

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