Lyrics:

Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jail
Some of the times I been there, nobody could go my bail
Well it seems to me, Lord that, this ol' boy just don't fit
Well I can jump in a rosebush, and come out smelling like
Those misters dressed in blue, never done so right by me
Some of the times I was innocent, but the judge said guilty
I'm not one to complain, now son I tell you true
When the black cat cross your trail, Lord
It comes in misery; times two

Double trouble; that's what my friends all call me
(Double trouble)
I said, double trouble
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Well I was born down in the gutter
With a temper as hot as fire
Spent ninety days on a peat farm, just doing the county's time
Well now, even mama said, 'Son you're bad news
And it won't be too long before someone puts one through you'

Double trouble; that's what my friends all call me
(Double trouble)
I said, double trouble
T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Double trouble; that's what my friends all call me
(Double trouble)
I said, double trouble
T-R-O-U-B-L-E