Trouble — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

Trouble in the city, trouble in the farm,

You got your rabbits foot, you got your good-luck charm.

But they cant help you none when theres 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, youll find trouble there.

Revolution even aint 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 youre never alone even when theres nobody else around?

Since the beginning of the universe mans 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.