Trouble, Trouble

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 touchPeople 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