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Hope Nunnery & Steve Tarshis: Music

Trouble Is My Rider

(Steve Tarshis and Hope Nunnery)
May 16, 2007
Steve Tarshis
It was a Sunday, five years ago
I left my mothers house and home
A big old Greyhound bus I rode
Into the city, so dirty and cold

I learned to walk, these streets of dread
I learned to gamble, just to make my bread
Lost most of my money, but then I won
Bought me a used suit, and a brand new gun (a brand new gun)

Chorus:
Trouble, is my rider
Never leaves me far behind
All of my sins would I unburden
If sweet redemption, I could find

At a gambling game, one Saturday night
I saw her in the backroom light
I was on a winning run
I stole her away, from a gangster’s son

Upon her feathered, bed we lay
Like twisted angels would we play
That gangster’s son, finally came around
Tried to take her back, so I shot him down (I shot him down )

Chorus:
Trouble, is my rider
Never leaves me far behind
All of my sins would I unburden
If sweet redemption, I could find

I had to pack my case and run
Had to leave my angel, but I took my gun
Now I’m a wandering soul, no one can save
My only rest will, be my grave (be my grave)

Chorus:
Trouble, is my rider
Never leaves me far behind
All of my sins would I unburden
If sweet redemption, I could find

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