Open D, slide
| E |
| Trouble, |
| A | G | |
| oh | trouble set me | free; |
| E | G |
| I have | seen your face |
| E | D | |
| and it's | too much too much for | me. |
Trouble,
oh trouble can't you see;
you're eating my heart away,
and there's nothing much left of me.
| Chorus 1 | ||
| B | G | E |
| I've | drunk your | wine; |
| G | E | |
| you have made | your world | mine, |
| G | |
| so won't you be | fair... |
| D | |
| so won't you be | fair? |
I don't want no more of you,
so won't you be kind to me;
just let me go where...
I have to go there.
Trouble,
oh trouble move away;
I have seen your face,
and it's too much for me today.
Trouble,
oh trouble can't you see;
you have made me a wreck,
now won't you leave me in my misery.
| Chorus 2 |
| I've seen your eyes, |
and I can see death's disguise
hangin' on me...
hangin' on me.
I am beat, I'm torn,
shattered and tossed and worn,
too shocking to see...
too shocking to see.
Trouble,
oh trouble move from me;
I have paid my debt,
now won't you leave me in my misery.
Trouble
oh trouble please be kind;
I don't want to fight,
'cause I haven't got a lot of time... .