whitesnake
woman trouble blues
(Coverdale/Vandenberg) The womans name was trouble, She put the blame on me I asked her what her game was, She said "Misery" I didn't ask no questions, I did not even pray When the angel on my shoulder Said I should walk away You promised me heaven, But, you gave me hell, Cut me down to the bone With your kiss and tell Nobody listens to a word I say, Still I'm gonna curse you, woman, 'Til my dying day I should have known better With a girl like you You shame the devil With the things you do I was blind, now I see A lying woman be the death of me I got woman trouble blues, Woman trouble blues You told me it was meant to be, But, all you did was put the hurt on me You made my life a living hell, And drowned my dreams in the wishing well I've got woman trouble blues, Woman trouble blues There ain't no doubt I'm going down The womans name was trouble, She put the blame on me, I gave her what she wanted And I got misery Now I don't take much persuading, At times I'm easily led, I'm gonna find myself in a prison cell Thro' the lying things she said I'll stand accused on judgement day, And pray the lord hears what I say All my life I never learned, I played with fire and I got burned Woman trouble blues, I got woman trouble blues Woman trouble blues, Mean ol' woman trouble blues .