Trouble
Whitesnake
Trouble
Trouble
Trouble
Whitesnake
I was raised a gambler's son
And before I could walk
I had to learn how to run
And I never never ever
Played a loaded dice
But I rolled a lot of women
With a heart as cold as ice
On the run again
Looking for a place to hide
Everywhere I look there is trouble
Always coming my way
Trouble always coming my way
Baby I'm lonely I'm out of control
I need someone to understand
The badness in my soul
Though I never I never
Stole another man's wife
But I fooled around plenty enough
And I got what I paid for
On the run again
Looking for a place to hide
Everywhere I look there is trouble
Trouble always coming my way
Trouble
On the run again
Looking for a place to hide
Everywhere I look there is trouble
Trouble always coming my way
Trouble always coming my way trouble always coming