[Verse 1] Trouble Was breaking a curfew on a Birmingham night Whoever said nothing Nothing good happens after midnight Has never been two into a sixpack Tailgate kicked back Holding on to you Under a Dillashaw moon [Chorus] You were looking to paint outside the lines I was tattoo ink and a fourwheel drive You were heading to me didnt think about what Your daddy told you way back when You were the queen of Alabama And I was trouble [Verse 2] Trouble Fun to get into hard to get out We just leaned on the throttle Put a little red dirt dust on your crown Still hear that small town talk Saying hes a lost cause Girl, youre making a mistake Gonna throw it all away but [Chorus] You were looking to paint outside the lines I was tattoo ink and a fourwheel drive You were heading to me didnt think about what Your daddy told you way back when You were the queen of Alabama And I was trouble [Bridge] I was trouble Trouble Ohoh, ohoh Trouble Ohoh, ohoh [Chorus] You were looking to paint outside the lines I was tattoo ink and a fourwheel drive You were heading to me didnt think about what Your daddy told you way back when You were the queen of Alabama And I was trouble
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