So shame on me now Oh, oh, trouble, trouble, trouble Flew me to places I'd never been I knew you were trouble when you walked in Till you put me down Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground Oh I knew you were trouble when you walked in Trouble, trouble,

I'd rather be buried way down in some cypress grove your knee-bone gone aching and your body sure getting cold I'd rather be lying six feet down in the ground To have me a woman that I can't control You're just getting ready for some cypress grove Well

I'm a nut I'm a nut I'm an acorn, small and round Lying on the cold, cold ground That is why I'm cracked you see I'm so nutty, I don't know Why the squirrels love me so I'm descended from an oak Nuts to you, and that's no joke People always step on me.

To show you how it all began Birds came flying from the underground If you could see it then you'd understand All that noise, and all that sound All those places I have found And birds go flying at the speed of sound How long before I get in? Before it