Dee Carstensen The Boy Was Trouble
I met him in a bar, that was the first mistake
our eyes met on the double take
the room stood still and the music drowned
like a B-movie show on the edge of town
He had those eyes you wanna follow to a back room dive
and some bullshit story had me mesmerized
he didn’t hold the door but he let me in
I set my suitcase down in a house a sin
that boy was trouble, trouble enough for a girl like me
trouble, but I was so caught up I could barely see
trouble
I got used to livin’ by the railroad tracks
where the hobos lived in chevys
with monkeys on their backs
I thought he was a hippie with a cowboy’s heart
but we were just a couple a junkies falling apart
that boy was trouble, trouble enough for a girl like me
trouble, but I was so caught up I could barely see
trouble
ever think you couldn’t sink lower than the basement
floor
come to find much worse
was waiting underneath that old trap door
never had the nerve to leave until I’d finally broken
down
packed what I had, and took the last bus out of town
he wrote me a letter from a prison cell
said he’d heard I’d gotten married and was doing well
said he’d found his religion in the depths of hell
that boy was trouble, trouble enough for a girl like me
trouble, but I was so caught up I could barely see
trouble
