Corb Lund Trouble In The Country Lyrics

Trouble In The Country Lyrics

there were signs of a struggle at the rodeo grounds 

there was a body in the bleachers not making no sounds 

blood in the grandstand, blood on the seats 

the county cops called in the mounted police 



there’s trouble in the country, trouble country style 

don’t blink twice or you’ll miss it by a country mile 

trouble in the country, trouble country style 

don’t think twice or you’ll miss it by a country mile 



we took a bulldogger's money from him playin stook 

but he's an oklahoma thug and he didn't want it took 

pistol came out so we played some more 

lost most of it back to him, headed for the door 



tried to sell my cows but the border got closed 

so we'll tighten up the belt and ride it out i spose 

feedin calved out heifers and their young uns too 

spending money on hay to feed beef i can't use 



larry lost a thumb when he dallied too quick 

at the jackpot ropin down on boundary crick 

when we was all kids that's the first thing we learned! 

that the reata bites and the saddle horn burns 

so it's thumbs up, brother, when you take your turns 

but when the money gets big people get hurt