Verse 1:
Trouble
Was breaking a curfew on a Birmingham night
Whoever said nothing,
Nothing good happens after midnight
Has never been 2 into a six pack
Tailgate kicked back
Holding on to you under a Dillashaw moon
Chorus:
You were looking to paint outside the lines
I was tattoo ink, and a four wheel drive
You were heading to me didn’t think about what
Your daddy told you way back when
You were the queen of Alabama
And I was trouble
Verse 2:
Trouble
Fun to get into hard to get out
We just leaned on the throttle
Put a little red dirt dust on your crown
Still hear that small town talk
Saying he’s a lost cause
Girl you’re making a mistake
Gonna throw it all away but…
Chorus:
You were looking to paint outside the lines
I was tattoo ink, and a four wheel drive
You were heading to me didn’t think about what
Your daddy told you way back when
You were the queen of Alabama
And I was trouble
I was Trouble
Trouble…
Ohhhh ohhhh ohhhhh
Trouble…
Ohhhh ohhhh ohhhhh
Chorus:
You were looking to paint outside the lines
I was tattoo ink, and a four wheel drive
You were heading to me didn’t think about what
Your daddy told you way back when
You were the queen of Alabama
And I was trouble
