Well I come creepin' into town,
I needed money, needed wealth.
And I saw the sign said open,
So I thought I'd help myself.
Pulled my pistol from my pocket,
Had it pointed at his head.
But I guess he saw me comin',
And he shot me first instead.
Hey, I got trouble.
More than I can use.
I got a pistol in my hand,
I got the wounded belly blues.
They got my picture in the camera there
For everyone to see.
If they don't find me in my house,
Then they come lookin' out for me.
But you know I won't be home
'Cause I been hidin' in the woods.
I tried to help my situation,
But I know it ain't no good.
Hey, I got trouble.
More than I can use.
I got my picture in the paper,
Got the wounded belly blues.
Well now they're bringin' out the hounds.
I see 'em comin' up the hill.
And if that hungry wolf don't get me,
Then that hungry justice will.
As I said, I needed money.
Used to do it all the time.
But the counter clerk reject me,
And I didn't get a dime.
Hey, I got trouble,
More than I can use.
I got a bullet in my pocket,
Got the wounded belly blues.
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