Standing in the window with his tongue hanging out

Like the king of something evil in a yearlong drought

With a dirty white suit a big white hat

A bullet in his pocket no matter where he's at

He's trouble but ain't we all Trouble but ain't we all

His daughter was a looker but five'll get you ten

He dressed her like a h****r and she smelled like sin

She had a ragtop car She made good grades

She didn't like her daddy 'cause he wouldn't let her date

She was trouble but ain't we all Trouble but ain't we all

Don't work for him boy It's like selling your soul

He'll turn back and he'll leave you way down in a hole

His daddy wasn't a good man He owned most of the town

He bought up all the farmland and tore up all the ground

He covered up the county in stone and creosote

Came to football games in a new fur coat

Had a real big wife and a real big grin

He gave thanks to Jesus for the shape that he was in

He was trouble but ain't we all Trouble but ain't we all

Big sign on the roadside telling me how to live

A couple things that he done real hard to forgive

So don't work for him boy It's like selling your soul

He'll walk away and he'll leave you way down in a hole