Trouble, Trouble - Foghat

My brain is cloudy and my eyes are sore

I told myself I wouldn’t drink no more

A bad hangover’s something I can’t stand

But here I am with a jug in my hand

Whoo — whoo, trouble, trouble

Worries on my mind

Goin' down to the cellar

Get some of that mellow wine

I seem to ruin everything I touch

People say it’s cause I drink too much

I tried to kick it but it ain’t no use

Guess I’m a slave to that mellow juice

Whoo — whoo, trouble, trouble

Worries on my mind

Goin' down to the cellar

Get some of that mellow wine, yea

My brain is cloudy and my eyes are sore

I told myself I wouldn’t drink no more

A bad hangover’s something I can’t stand

But here I am with a jug in my hand

Whoo — whoo, trouble, trouble

Worries on my mind

Goin' down to the cellar

Get some of that mellow wine

Oh take it way