Trouble

[Intro ]
G    Bm   A   G    Bm    A   G 


[Verso 1]
 
                    Bm           A                  G 
You checked all the boxes of my "don't take home to mom" list 
                 Bm                 A           G 
And if I'm being honest I've always had a thing for 
                           Bm     A 
Tattoos, black boots, that smooth talk 
                    G 
Yeah, I know you're bad news 
            Bm      A 
But I gotta have you 
 


[Pré-Refrão]
 
G                     Bm             A 
Kindness was overrated   jealous was suffocating 
G                              Bm 
  Patience just kept me waiting  and waiting 
 


[Refrão]
 
    G                                    A 
But trouble is the brown eyes under that cowboy hat looking back at me 
Bm                                        D 
  Pulling up an old barstool seat saying "hey pretty lady, what's your drink?" 
G                            A 
I know I shouldn't be falling, but, boy, I'm diving in 
    Bm                            D                         G  A 
The trouble with trouble is ain't nothing good as trouble is 
 


[Verso 2]
 
G                Bm          A                G 
I think I got an issue, boy, I can't help but wish you'd 
              Bm 
Pull me in to kiss you in front of God and everyone 
 


[Pré-Refrão]
 
G                        Bm              A 
One touch, I'm levitating   one sip, I'm misbehaving 
G                           Bm 
Your words are so persuading  I love it and I hate it 
 


[Refrão]
 
    G                                    A 
But trouble is the brown eyes under that cowboy hat looking back at me 
Bm                                        D 
  Pulling up an old barstool seat saying "hey pretty lady, what's your drink?" 
G                            A 
I know I shouldn't be falling, but, boy, I'm diving in 
    Bm                            D                         G  A  Bm  D 
The trouble with trouble is ain't nothing good as trouble is 
 


[Ponte]
 
 G       A 
(Trouble is) 
                              Bm 
If my heart's falling through something 
                D 
It's trouble or nothing 
 


[Refrão]
 
    G                                    A 
But trouble is the brown eyes under that cowboy hat looking back at me 
Bm                                        D 
  Pulling up an old barstool seat saying "hey pretty lady, what's your drink?" 
G                            A 
I know I shouldn't be falling, but, boy, I'm diving in 
    Bm                            D                         G  A 
The trouble with trouble is ain't nothing good as trouble is 
 G                   A 
(Trouble, trouble), (Trouble, trouble is) 
 Bm                     D 
(Trouble, trouble, in't nothing good as trouble is