Låttexter: Bob Dylan. Shot Of Love. Trouble.

Trouble in the city, trouble in the farm
You got your rabbit's foot, you got your good-luck charm
But they can't help you, none when there's trouble

Trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble
Nothin' but trouble

Trouble in the water, trouble in the air
Go all the way to the other side of the world
You'll find trouble there
Revolution even ain't no solution for trouble

Trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble
Nothin' but trouble

Drought and starvation, packaging of the soul
Persecution, execution, governments out of control
You can see the writing on the wall, inviting trouble

Trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble
Nothin' but trouble

Put your ear to the train tracks, put your ear to the ground
You ever feel like you're never alone even when
There's nobody else around?
Since the beginning of the universe man's been cursed by trouble

Trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble
Nothin' but trouble

Nightclubs of the broken-hearted, stadiums of the damned
Legislature, perverted nature, doors that are rudely slammed
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble

Trouble, trouble
Trouble, trouble
Nothin' but trouble