Double Trouble (Alternate Version)

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 sh 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 son I tell you true tell the truth boy, tell the truth 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 double trouble I said, double trouble T-r-o-u-b-l-e double trouble Well I was born down in the gutter With a temper as hot as fire Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' 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 double trouble I said, double trouble Double double T-r-o-u-b-l-e Double trouble that's what my friends all call me Double trouble double trouble I said, double double T-r-o-u-b-l-e Double double trouble double Double double trouble double Double double double trouble Double double trouble double