Standing in the window with his tongue hanging out Like the king of something evil in a year-long drought With a dirty white suit, a big white hat A bullet in his pocket, no matter where he's at He's trouble, but ain't we all? Trouble, but ain't we all? His daughter was a looker but five'll get you ten He dressed her like a hooker and she smelled like sin She had a rag top car, she made good grades She didn't like her daddy 'cause he wouldn't let her date She was trouble, but ain't we all? Trouble, but ain't we all? Don't work for him boy, it's like selling your soul He?ll turn his back and leave you way down in a hole His daddy wasn't a good man, he owned most of the town He bought up all the farmland and tore up all the ground He covered up the county with stone and creosote Came to football games in a new fur coat Had a real big wife, a real big grin He gave thanks to Jesus for the shape that he was in He was trouble, oh but ain't we all? He was trouble, but ain't we all? Big sign on the roadside, telling me how to live A couple things that he done, real hard to forgive So don't work for him, boy, it's like selling your soul He'll walk away and he'll leave you way down in a hole