Riley Green – Trouble With You (Guitar)

C            G
Got the boys saddled up

D                             Em
And it looks like we're going out

C              G             D               Em
Nobody goes to jail were the last words from my mouth

C        G
See I've been a time or two

D                         Em
I swore I'd never do that again

C                     G
But to my suprise you caught my eye

D                   Em
As soon as I walked in

                         C                 G
You got me thinking 'bout running every red light

                     D
Dodging every cop in this town

C              G
Drink a little moonshine

                     D
Dancing when the sun goes down

          C                  G
I've got all we need in the front seat shine

       D            Em
Got me feelin bulletproof

                         C C C
You got me thinkin' about

D
Getting in some trouble with you

C           G
We left our friends at the bar

             D              Em
They've been calling us all night

C                G
You looked at me said "Maybe we should..."

  D                    Em
I said "They'll be all right."

C                     G
Cause I ain't worried about a thing tonight

              D            Em
But me and you bendin' the rules

        C                   G
And I'm telling you now, we could take that line

D                  Em
As far as you want to

                          C                 G
You got me thinking 'bout running every red light

                     D
Dodging every cop in this town

C              G
Drink a little moonshine

                     D
Dancing when the sun goes down

          C                  G
I've got all we need in the front seat shine

       D            Em
Got me feelin bulletproof

                         C C C
You got me thinking about

D
Getting into some trouble with you

C                   G
Well I got a friend who's a cop it town

            D
He's let me off before

   Em
He said we're going downtown

      C
If he catches me again

    G
I'm gonna be in deep

           D
'Cause his bossman says

           Em
He's gotta clean up the streets

      C
But I gotta wild hair

        G
And the only way to fix it

   D                   Em
Is picking you up so I think I'm gonna risk it

C
Top of my lungs

G
Free bird and Curtis Lowe

       D
Drivin nintety-five

Em
Throwing empties through the window

C               G
Whisky bent and I'm feeling hell bound

            D                    Em
But I ain't stopping till I here slow down

           C                 G
You got me running every red light

                     D
Dodging every cop in this town

C              G
Drink a little moonshine

                     D
Dancing when the sun goes down

          C                  G
I've got all we need in the front seat

       D            Em
Got me feelin bulletproof

                     C C C
Got me thinking about

D
Getting into some trouble with you

Em
Getting into some trouble with you

Em
Getting into some trouble with you