From the albums Gimme Back My Bullets, Skynyrd's Innyrds.

Eleven times I've been busted,
Eleven times I've been to jail.
Some of the times I've been there
nobody could go my bail.

Well it seems to me, Lord, that
This old boy just don't fit.
I could jump in a rose bush,
Come out smelling like ...

Those men all dressed in blue
Never done so right by me.
Some of the times I was innocent,
The judge said guilty.

Now, I'm not one to com-
Plain, but son I tell you true,
When the black cat crosses your trail, Lord,
Lord, it's misery times two.

Double trouble,
That's what my friends all call me.
I said, double, double,
T R O U B L E.

Well, I was born down in Augusta
With a temper hot as fire.
Spent ninety days on a peat farm
Just doing the county's time.

Well, now, even Mama
Said, Son, you're bad news,
And it won't be too long 'fore
Someone puts one through you.

Double trouble,
That's what my friends all call me.
I said, double, double,
T R O U B L E.

Double trouble,
That's what my friends all call me.
I said, double, double, Oh, double trouble,
Double trouble,
Lord, that's me,
I'm bad.

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