Lyrics

Jacksonville
©2014 Greg Lambert

Trouble came last night
I could cut and run
Or stay and fight

Trouble came my way
Straight from her job making license plates
In the Sunshine State

Trouble at my door
In the dress she wore
The night before

Trouble came to town
On a greyhound bus
For another round
For another round

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She laughed, said are you in
If you play this game
You gotta show some skin

You want to leave but you never will
You'd miss the smell of coffee and the paper mill
At the Last Resort Motel in Jacksonville

Bridge
A broken neon sign
The steady hum of a power line
A silhouette of a girl I knew
With nothing left to lose

Trouble came last night
I could cut and run
Or stay and fight

Trouble came around
Gonna shake things up
In a Southern town
In this Southern town

Chorus