Hwy 17

Well, it's early in the day and I sure do feel all right I was dark in the evening but This morning I feel so light I met Trouble on Highway 17 late last night And I left him in a box I locked up good and tight Oh, Trouble won't be coming 'round here no more, No, Trouble won't be coming 'round here no more It was a simple operation and A flawless execution Trouble never knew what Hit 'em 'til it was done I didn't need no rope and I didn't need no gun 'Cause Trouble had it comin' and He knew that he was done No more Trouble Trouble no more, no, no No more Trouble, Trouble no more No more Trouble in my bed or at my door Oh, Trouble won't be coming 'round here no more My conscience rests easy It was the perfect crime It was fast and it was clean Elegant in design Well, I looked him in the eye and He knew he'd crossed the line 'Cause when Trouble laid his hands On me it would be his last time Oh, no more Trouble Trouble no more No more Trouble, Trouble no more No more Trouble in my bed or at my door Trouble won't be coming 'round here no more