it's not about the place your born
it's where you live in now
it's not about the chance you take
when your luck runs out
no one knows the path they choose
untill they look behind
the ghost of all goodbye's
is still running in my mind
you said all there live
have been a poor boys son
riding trough the night
with the windows down
everytime i roll in to town
trouble find me
trouble find me now
find me now
it's not about your ending ways
to treat me so unkind
it's not about the depts you paid
or the luck the luck inside
it feels like a neck old chain
but that been ringing in my mind
feels like a drifting stranger
to strange to dy
you said all there live
have been a poor boys son
riding trough the night
with the windows down
everytime i pull in to town
trouble find me
trouble find me now
trouble find me now
trouble find me now
trouble find me now
you said all my live
have been a poor boys son
riding trough the night
with the windows down
everytime pull in to town
trouble find me
trouble find me
you said all my live
have been a poor boys son
riding trough the night
with the windows down
everytime pull in to town
trouble find me
trouble find me
find me now

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