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(Jule Styne - William Ellis) I woke up this morning feeling so fine swore off the women then nicely drank the wine Drank up my coffee put on my shoes Walked out the door whistlin' but now I'm singing the blues. Trouble, here comes trouble, You spell it w-o-m-a-n She winds me around her finger And I've got troubles again. Everyone tells me that she's a no good girl That she's living here in my neighborhood Stare in the window of blues number three If I don't look for trouble it looks for me. Oh trouble, here comes trouble You spell it w-o-m-a-n She winds me around her finger And I've got troubles again... |