Well Ya Got Trouble Lyrics

Either you're closing your eyes to a situation you do not wish to acknowledge or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated by the presence of a pool table in your community!
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Lyrics
Well
ya
got
trouble
my
friend
right
here
I
say
trouble
right
here
in
River
City
Why
sure
I'm
a
billiard
player
Certainly
mighty
proud
I
say
I'm
always
mighty
proud
to
say
it
I
consider
that
the
hours
I
spend
With
a
cue
in
my
hand
are
golden
Help
you
cultivate
horse
sense
And
a
cool
head
and
a
keen
eye
J'ever
take
and
try
to
find
An
iron clad
leave
for
yourself
From
a
three rail
billiard
shot?
But
just
as
I
say
It
takes
judgment,
Lyrics
brains,
and
maturity
to
score
In
a
balkline
game
I
say
that
any
boob
can
take
And
shove
a
ball
in
a
pocket
And
I
call
that
sloth
The
first
big
step
on
the
road
To
the
depths
of
degraday
I
say,
first,
medicinal
wine
from
a
teaspoon
Then
beer
from
a
bottle!
An'
the
next
thing
ya
know
Your
son
is
playin'
for
money
In
a
pinch
back
suit
And
list'nin
to
some
big
out a town
jasper
Hearin'
him
tell
about
horse race
gamblin'
Not
a
Lyrics
wholesome
trottin'
race,
no!
But
a
race
where
they
set
down
right
on
the
horse!
Like
to
see
some
stuck up
jockey
boy
Settin'
on
Dan
Patch?
Make
your
blood
boil?
Well,
I
should
say
Now,
friends,
lemme
tell
you
what
I
mean
Ya
got
one,
two,
three,
four,
five,
six
pockets
in
a
table
Pockets
that
mark
the
difference
Between
a
gentlemen
and
a
bum
With
a
capital
B,
And
that
rhymes
with
P
and
that
stands
for
pool!
And
all
week
long
your
River
Lyrics
City
Youth'll
be
fritterin'
away
I
say
your
young
men'll
be
fritterin'!
Fritterin'
away
their
noontime,
suppertime,
choretime
too!
Get
the
ball
in
the
pocket
Never
mind
gettin'
dandelions
pulled
Or
the
screen
door
patched
or
the
beefsteak
pounded
Never
mind
pumpin'
any
water
Til
your
parents
are
caught
with
the
cistern
empty
On
a
Saturday
night
and
that's
trouble
Yes
you
got
lots
and
lots
of
trouble
I'm
thinkin'
of
the
kids
in
the
knickerbockers
Shirt
tail
young
ones,
peekin'
in
the
pool
Hall
Lyrics
window
after
school,
ya
got
trouble,
folks!
Right
here
in
River
City
Trouble
with
a
capital
T
And
that
rhymes
with
P
and
that
stands
for
pool!
Now,
I
know
all
you
folks
are
the
right
kind
of
parents
I'm
gonna
be
perfectly
frank
Would
ya
like
to
know
what
kinda
conversation
goes
On
while
they're
loafin'
around
that
Hall?
They
be
tryin'
out
Bevo,
tryin'
out
cubebs
Tryin'
out
Tailor
Mades
like
cigarette
fiends!
And
braggin'
all
about
How
they're
gonna
cover
up
a
Lyrics
tell tale
breath
with
Sen-Sen
One
fine
night,
they
leave
the
pool
hall
Headin'
for
the
dance
at
the
Armory!
Libertine
men
and
Scarlet
women!
And
Rag-time,
shameless
music
That'll
grab
your
son,
your
daughter
With
the
arms
of
a
jungle
animal
instinct!
Massstaria!
Friends,
the
idle
brain
is
the
devil's
playground!
Trouble!
Right
here
in
River
City!
With
a
capital
T
And
that
rhymes
with
P
And
that
stands
for
pool
We've
surely
got
trouble!
Right
here
in
River
City
Gotta
figure
out
a
way
Lyrics
To
keep
the
young
ones
moral
after
school!
Mothers
of
River
City!
Heed
that
warning
before
it's
too
late!
Watch
for
the
tell tale
signs
of
corruption!
The
moment
your
son
leaves
the
house
Does
he
rebuckle
his
knickerbockers
below
the
knee?
Is
there
a
nicotine
stain
on
his
index
finger?
A
dime
novel
hidden
in
the
corn
crib?
Is
he
starting
to
memorize
jokes
from
Cap'n
Billy's
Whiz
Bang?
Are
certain
words
creeping
into
his
conversation?
Words
like,
like
swell?
And
so's
your
old
man?
Lyrics
Well,
if
so
my
friends
Ya
got
trouble
Right
here
in
River
City!
With
a
capital
T
And
that
rhymes
with
P
And
that
stands
for
pool!
We've
surely
got
trouble!
Right
here
in
River
City!
Remember
the
Maine,
Plymouth
Rock
and
the
Golden
Rule!
Oh,
we
got
trouble
We're
in
terrible,
terrible
trouble
That
game
with
the
fifteen
numbered
balls
is
a
devil's
tool!
Oh
yes
we
got
trouble,
trouble,
trouble!
With
a
T!
Gotta
rhyme
it
with
P!
And
that
stands
for
pool!
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