People people, gather round
Let me tell you ‘bout a man in trouble
A man in trouble is got big trouble, woman trouble
Looka here

There’s a man walkin’ slow
He’s got problems and this I know
The man’s in a lot of trouble, it’s plain to see
And I’m so glad, so glad the man ain’t me

He may be rich, he may be poor
This I don’t really know for sure
But the man’s got tears, you hear me, he’s got tears in his eyes
And it’s so sad, so sad to see a grown man cry

I asked this man, I said “mister, mister, what is wrong?”
He said, “my woman, my know good woman done my wrong”
She stole my money, she ran out on me
Left me all alone, all alone in all this misery

Ain’t that a shame? Ain’t that a shame?
Oh my goodness

So county jail, people here I come
Confessin’ to the wrong I done
My woman’s dead, dead, dead on that barroom floor
She won’t do me wrong no more, no more, no more
You see, when your woman do you wrong
You’ve got nothing else to live for
So you feel like you’re in trouble
Feel like the whole world has turned you down
Ain’t got a friend in the world
And all the money, the riches in the world
Can’t take the place of that woman
So what do you do?
You blast her, you blast her just like this man did
You blast her down
She’ll pay for your crying

County jail, here I come
Confessin’ to the wrong I’ve done
My woman’s dead on the barroom floor
She won’t do me wrong no more, no more, no more
No more

Man in trouble, the man, the man
The man is in trouble
He’s in trouble, people