Recorded by The Band of Heathens – Duende (2017)
Music and Lyrics by Owen Temple and Gordy Quist
The only speakeasy in a hard neighborhood
She said “hanging round there, I know you’re up to no good”
Singles and doubles, seven years aged
It’s a rich man’s playground, a working man’s cage
So what’s so wrong it’s just one or two
It’s been a long day and I’m coming back home to you
Trouble came early, trouble stayed late
Trouble came early, trouble stayed late
I gotta good hearted woman, but she’s ready to split
Yeah she says that she loves me but she’s tired of my shit
Well I try so hard just to slow down
But it’s too little too late, she’s through waiting around
I came home right on cue, she was packing my bags
I’ve had nothing left to lose
Trouble came early, trouble stayed late
Trouble came early, trouble stayed late
Well I woke up faded in a hammerhead spin
I can’t remember, did I fall, did I sin
Some call it justice, other’s blackmail
But it’s the hair of the dog that keeps chasing his tail
The Cost so high to live so low
I lost it all and all I really know
Trouble came early, trouble stayed late
Trouble came early, trouble stayed late
Trouble came early, trouble stayed late
Trouble came early, trouble stayed late
