Well, I always been in trouble, 'cause I'm a black-skinned man Said I hit a white man, (and they) locked me in the can They took me to the stockade, wouldn't give me no trial The judge said, "You black boy, forty years on the hard rock pill"
Trouble, trouble, sure won't make me stay Trouble, trouble, jail break due someday
Wearin' cold iron shackles from my head down to my knee And that mean old keeper, he's all time kickin' me I went up to the walker and the head boss too Said, "You big white folks, please see what you can do" Sheriff winked at the policeman, said, "I won't forget you nohow You better come back and see me again, boy, about 40 years from now" Went back to the walker, he looked at me and said "Don't you worry about 40, 'cause in five years you'll be dead"
Trouble, trouble, makes me weep and moan Trouble, trouble, every since I was born Trouble, trouble, sure won't make me stay Trouble, trouble, jail break due somedayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
