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The King's daughter may be
next.

St. George:	Mmm-hmm. You got a lead?
Chief:		Oh, nothing much to go on. Say, did you take that .45 automatic into
(so much trouble)
If you ever leave me, baby (I'll be in trouble) 
If you deceive me (so much trouble)
I must confess (I'll be in trouble)
My life
(so much trouble)
If you ever leave me, baby (I'll be in trouble) 
If you deceive me (so much trouble)
I must confess (I'll be in trouble)
My life
The King's daughter may be
next.

St. George:	Mmm-hmm. You got a lead?
Chief:		Oh, nothing much to go on. Say, did you take that .45 automatic into
I'll be in trouble (so much trouble)
If you ever leave me, baby (I'll be in trouble) 
If you deceive me (so much trouble)
I'll be in trouble
(So much trouble)
If you ever leave me, baby
(I'll be in trouble)
If you deceive me
(So much trouble)
I must confess
(I'll be
and yet
There's only so much I can get
From picnics, long walks, flowers and talks
Baby here's what I suggest

It's time I see ya belly-up to a bar
peace, but I just can't take no more
So much killing in the world, terrorist victims by the score
So much trouble in the world babe, and I just can't
peace, but I just can't take no more
So much killing in the world, terrorist victims by the score
So much trouble in the world babe, and I just can't
In the town lived a girl so fair
Her mother would not dare
To let her anywhere
She was a lonely girl

John and paul and ringo and george
Were
In the town lived a girl so fair
Her mother would not dare
To let her anywhere
She was a lonely girl

John and paul and ringo and george
Were
"She gave me the number?  Hmmm I'm surprised"
Good conversation, over the phone
He began to come for me whenever I was alone
George was sweet, so nice
so much trouble, I, don't know what to do
Got so much trouble, I, don't know what to do
Yeah, I'll do anythang, just to make love to you

I want
Written by Redd Stewart and Ernest Tubb
(As performed by George Jones) 
When the postman delivered the letter
Well, it filled her old heart full
him I'd be right by your side

Lay your troubles on my shoulder
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me a while
Lay your troubles on my
the truth

Got so much to lose
Got so much to prove
God don't let me lose my mind

Trouble on my left, trouble on my right
I've been facing trouble
She was eighteen, all about me, grew up good on the Tennessee river
And her Daddy didn't like me much, yeah that might have been part of the rush
I
the king of his country 
He didn't trust in him much 
And so to David's alarm 
He tried to fit him in his armor 
But the thing was so heavy 
David
him I'd be right by your side

Lay your troubles on my shoulder
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me a while
Lay your troubles on my
so caught up I could barely see
Trouble

Ever think you couldn't sink lower than the basement
Floor
Come to find much worse
Was waiting
time, a little trouble, a better day

You bury your head in the things you said, that's fine
But the days go by and you know it's getting dark at nine
City streets, that's where I learned
Play with fire, you'll get burned
When the heat was on, I turned
Turned to trouble, trouble

Yeah, yeah, C
baby
Let me show you what I mean

I want to hug you
And kiss you
And squeeze you
Till my arms fall off

You give so much trouble, baby
You drive
about
The trouble with girls is their so dang pretty
Everything about 'em does something to me
But I guess that's the way it's supposed to be

And they
Id be right by your side

Lay your troubles on my shoulder
Put your worries in my pocket
Rest your love on me a while
Lay your troubles on my