Troublemaker

Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Jim Lauderdale

A new Hunter/Lauderdale song in 2012.

They tell me I'm a troublemaker
Born to stir the mix
I don't know if that's a fact
I love to get my kicks

When the day is over
The hours are my owm
Between five o'clock and midnight
I'm a dog upon a bone

Working on the highway
Working on the farm
All I got to show for it
Is the muscle in my arm

They tell me I'm a lover
The girls all say it's so
Greeting me with open arms
And miss me when I go

I'm kind to dogs and children
And in who show respect
For a hard-working son-of-a-gun
With nothing to protect

Working on the highway
Working on the farm
All I got to show for it
Is the muscle in my arm

Next time I go to jail
They throw away the key
Regarding that, all I can say
Is rather you than me

I mind my own business
Until you make it yours
Then plan your parting, as they say
It never rains, it pours

Working on the highway
Working on the farm
All I got to show for it
Is the muscle in my arm

Working on the highway
Working on the farm
All I got to show for it
Is the muscle in my arm

They tell me I'm a troublemaker
Recordings
     Date Album Recorded By
     2012 Carolina Moonrise Jim Laudersale