Don't you worry 'bout me I saw my life come crashing down I crawled, I walked, I'm flying now I found my strength on my knees Hey my friend, how you've been? What are you going through? What is this trouble, that's troubling you? He tried to turn the

And I pray they'll find the answer That there's a way to right the wrong And lord while your listen Some troubles of my own I got problems right here at home Fires are burning, up the forests Down along the Amazon There's children starving in Guatemala

And I will go on shining Shining like brand new I'll never look behind me My troubles will be few Hope you find your paradise Tried to see your point of view Hope your dreams will all come true Feel no sorrow, feel no shame Come tomorrow, feel no pain

We are anything When I return I dream of another life Failure transparent in the palm of my hand I am the contortionist We are the contortionists I can feel this distance is further and farther without you Contorting to fit somewhere I do not belong

I am a man of constant sorrow I've seen trouble all my days I'll say goodbye to Colorado Where I was born and prob'ly raised Your mother says I am a stranger My face you'll never see no more But there's one promise darling I'll see you on God's golden

La-la-la, woman like me, like a woman like me Woman like me, like a woman like me I made a few mistakes, I regret it nightly I broke a couple hearts that I wear on my sleeve My momama always said, "Girl, you're trouble" and And now I wonder, could you

You're in my head Always, always Always, always, always I just got scared Trouble sleeping Restless dreaming I'd rather choke on my bad decisions Then just carry them to my grave

Born under a bad sign Been down since I began to crawl If it wasn't for bad luck, I wouldn't have no luck at all If it wasn't for bad luck, you know I wouldn't have no luck at all Hard luck and trouble is my only friend I been on my own ever since I was

You can be my bass It's gettin' bigger You can be the bass The bass is gettin' bigger I can be your trouble baby For the kick drum Big fat bass The big fat bass I can be the trouble baby

Mountain climbing (mountain climbing) Chance is you'll find me Pounding my hammer Done my fair share of Whoa, it's troubles, I've got 'em Out in the fields Whoa, it's blues at the bottom On the stone and steel Whoa, blues at the bottom