i’ve been ridin’ all day, redlining for miles

through the cold and empty canyons of where i cannot say

the beast between my knees it was starting to freeze

i had to stop off and find me a place to stay

that’s when i rode in to trouble, the main street of trouble

ah yeah that was trouble, trouble USA

i stopped at a bar, seemed more like a church

or a mission for waifs, for waifs or for strays

ten pairs of eyes was inside, i could not hide or lie or

disguise, the suspicion, then i heard a voice inside me say,

“boy i think you’re in trouble, the main street of trouble of a

town called trouble USA”

no there are no IOUs, no darlings or i love you

when you give your life to steel instead of chrome

no matter the places you ride, there’s one thing that

cannot be denied, no matter how far or wide you like to roam

you will find yourself in trouble, trouble will always be

it will always be your natural home

i went back through the door and outside i saw

a man with a tin badge and i figured he was mr. johnny law

he said, “now son, you know i’ve got a gun and i’ve used it

on guys like you before

“cause when i see you here in trouble, i guess you’re gonna

stick around in trouble, in trouble some more”

i rode out of town as the sun went down

i headed out west as far as the eye could see baby

i turned to the left, and i turned to the right

but every road i took just turned in on me

and it led me right back here into trouble ’cause trouble

seems to be my destiny baby, ah yeah