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• Artiste: Timber Timbre
• Titre: Trouble Comes Knocking
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I want your money But your money ain't right So I'm packing it in I stay at home every night And, our place had cleared out The bad luck had fallen And no one came knocking No one came calling And when things got real bad Oh, people got scared Well I got worried So we took what we could get And all you fair-weather watchers Watch out and beware When your trouble comes knocking I hope you ain't there With a sword in a bag in my trunk I keep my eyes and my mind on the road 'Cause it's a hard, hard of hearing (?) Every handshake-grinning tone When your grave disaster falls And out of the purple woods From a season in Hell Of the human dawn There was nothing left But you pulled me out from beneath the wheel With a cry in the name We began to heal And then things got real bad Oh, people got scared Well I got worried We took what we could get And all you fair-weather watchers Watch out and beware When your trouble comes knocking I hope you ain't there With a sword in a bag in my trunk I keep my eyes and my mind on the road 'Cause it's a hard, hard of hearing (?) Every handshake-grinning tone When your grave disaster falls