Peter Case - My Kind Of Trouble lyrics

Case She got the tightrope walker To go for a stroll The baptist preacher  Denyin' his soul The fortune 500 Forget about rich She stopped the executioner from Throwin' the switch She's my kind of trouble My kind of trouble My kind of trouble I'm gonna lose it this time She got an hour gla** figure And a gla** eyeball Got the old dry bones All chained to the wall I quit breathin' when She strips her wig My heart stops beatin' then It snaps like a twig She's my kind of trouble My kind of trouble My kind of trouble I'm gonna lose it this time She drives a mean '32 With a rigged hurst stick On a graveyard highway With her tombstone trick I gotta picture of her mug, boys Tattooed on mine The clock'd run backward Just to tell her the time She's my kind of trouble My kind of trouble My kind of trouble I'm gonna lose it this time There's good men swingin' From the gallows pole Senators and congressman Shoveling coal The cop can't see They're pretendin they're blind She got somethin' make 'Em all lose their mind She's my kind of trouble My kind of trouble My kind of trouble I'm gonna lose it this time