Trouble
Was breaking a curfew on a Birmingham night
Whoever said nothing,
Nothing good happens after midnight
Has never been 2 into a six pack
Tailgate kicked back Holding on to you Under a Dillashaw moon
You were looking to paint outside the lines
I was tattoo ink, and a four wheel drive
You were heading to me didn't think about what
Your daddy told you way Back when
You were the queen of Alabama
And I was trouble
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 he's a lost cause
Girl you're making a mistake
Gonna throw it all away but...
You were looking to paint outside the lines
I was tattoo ink, and a four wheel drive
You were heading to me didn't think about what
Your daddy told you way Back when
You were the queen of Alabama
And I was trouble
I was Trouble
Trouble...
Ohhhh ohhhh ohhhhh
Trouble...
Ohhhh ohhhh ohhhhh
You were looking to paint outside the lines
I was tattoo ink, and a four wheel drive
You were heading to me didn't think about what
Your daddy told you way Back when
You were the queen of Alabama
And I was trouble