Текст песни Hank Davison Band - Trouble,Trouble

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My brain is cloudy and my eyes are sore I told myself, I wouldn't drink no more A bad hangover's something I can't stand But here I am with a jug in my hand Whoo, whoo, trouble, trouble Worries on my mind Goin' down to the cellar Get some of that mellow wine I seem to ruin everything I touch People say it's 'cause I drink too much I tried to kick it but it ain't no use Guess, I'm a slave to that mellow juice Whoo, whoo, trouble, trouble Worries on my mind Goin' down to the cellar Get some of that mellow wine, yeah My brain is cloudy and my eyes are sore I told myself, I wouldn't drink no more A bad hangover's something I can't stand But here I am with a jug in my hand Whoo, whoo, trouble, trouble Worries on my mind Goin' down to the cellar Get some of that mellow wine Oh, take it way

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