Trouble Man - Live at Nassau Coliseum, Uniondale, NY - March 1990

This is a song I wrote about myself
 But lookin' at some of y'all, I mighta wrote it about you too
 I was so ugly, the doctor slapped my momma when I was born
 Then he took out his pocket knife and cut off my horn
 He said, "Lady, if you ain't already picked out a name
 Go ahead on and call him Trouble Man"
 He's gonna be wild
 I'm giving you warning
 He's gotta have room
 Keep an eye on him
 I grew up with long and lean and hungry looks
 Learned you can't go nowhere when you go by the book
 People all around me earthbound, I learned how to fly (yeah)
 Upside, downside, outside, sailing on by
 Out of my reach
 Out of my hands
 Out of control
 Trouble Man
 Yeah
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 I've been so far in all directions as you can get
 I ain't never had enough of anything yet
 I had women that tore me apart without any reason
 I say, "Baby, I don't get mad, I just get even"
 I don't explain
 If you don't understand
 I'm my own man
 Trouble Man
 Trouble man
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 Thank you