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